It is Winter.
It is Winter as well for the bride.
She is a frozen city
She lies in state, suspended, the daughter of a King.
One year, I found a rabbit frozen in the river.
It was half in, as if caught swimming when the water turned into ice,
By some cruel magic.
Sometimes my spirit is like that rabbit.
There are times when I feel as if this Body is forever sleeping:
Forever frozen, as if under a cruel spell
The River is iced over, and all is still
Forever dreaming
The daughter of the King lies in state.
There are times when I am painfully awake, so alone,
While everyone around me is deep in stoney sleep, frozen in time
It is like wandering in a graveyard.
I marvel astonished at what I see
Beloved, your promise keeps showing me Life
And, that Life is mine.
Here we are frozen like a rabbit in the river, so lifelike
Eyes as bright as polished onyx
Spirits encased in agony
A kiss of love would break this spell
Spring is coming, I am told.
Life comes back.
We are waiting to be awakened, is it not so?
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