Frozen Flowers Poem by Agatha Eliza

The blood that flows through your veins
is an endless river
springing from the highest mountain
in the midst of the coldest winter.


but your words and gestures freeze me
although your voice is warm
and calm all the time
your breath blows me to cinders
and I find myself like
I'm gradually sinking below,
slipping into your embrace
like crossing a treshold to another world
touching your heart of clay
I'm so afraid..but where do I go from there?


and yet somehow I always get
in the same place
over and over,
on the banks of this river, maybe it's the same winter
waiting for a boat to carry me to the other side
where the snow is melting
and the buds are ready to reveal their petals
turning into flowers
and the earth is soft and welcoming
and the leaves are emerald green
a secret paradise,
a garland of frozen flowers
regaining colours, coming back to life
where heartbeats ebb away
and join the ripples of this river.

To my star-crossed lover
I love you. Deeply.