Your heart is but a frozen berg,
of ice to never thaw,
the tip of it your poison pen,
though I can see a tiny flaw,

Shrouded in mysterious mist,
and cracking on the surface,
I approach you now to have a look,
though feeling kind of nervous,

A mountain made by falling tears,
eternally but cold inside,
you've been frozen far too long,
where only now does ice reside,
you see your fate it must be sealed,
bound eternal by your pride,
you see no other way I know,
no other way for you to hide,

An so my magic I must wield,
to call for you a power rare,
to dance in flowers of the field,
to dance again without a care,

I petition to my sky above,
for cracks again yet to be healed,

I call a deity of ice and snow,
you need a little light,
so again-
a flower grow,
even in the dark of night,
so it will melt before you know.

Even at the sweet request,
of ticking time.

Ma Cherie © 2017