A time of transition
when the ocean ice
melts away
to reveal
the lively currents underneath
at the top of it all
a small figure crawls
unmoving
floating away
its shadow the shape of a bird
not a sign of life
as it floats between ice
and I find my heart pray
that you are like everything made
of water
an ice block
and not the body of
a once free bird
I pray
that you are made of ice.
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 6:22 AM UTC
A time of transition
when the ocean ice
melts away
to reveal
the lively currents underneath
at the top of it all
a small figure crawls
unmoving
floating away
its shadow the shape of a bird
not a sign of life
as it floats between ice
and I find my heart pray
that you are like everything made
of water
an ice block
and not the body of
a once free bird
I pray
that you are made of ice.
