dawning
realization: our souls are old
our hearts are frozen
and they will stay frozen
while the ground does thaw
and they will stay cold
while the ice does melt
around us but winter
turning to spring won't change us
won't rearrange the pieces of our hearts
they'll stay cold and pure
and we won't lose our heads
the town this town won't change us
the wind will not shake at
the cabin door
our hearts trapped inside
with the stale air
freezing
our limbs in place
we succumb to stasis
hardening
our hearts to stone
if only glaciers would take their place because
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i wish i were more like the ice
breaking off into the fresh sunlight
stealing
more than a glimpse
in the ocean's eyes
becoming
tears in the ocean's eyes
becoming
in the new sunrise, at the dawn of spring
becoming
the mountain stream
becoming
ice again
becoming
til the winter's end
becoming
until the spring comes back around
and the circle starts again