When the River Turns To Ice
when the river turns to ice
her touch lies frozen solid
cold forbidden calculations
how to stay restricted access
hard on thoughts of summer wanderings
invitations buried under sad emotions
slow the inches of a weary crossing
silent in response
a sudden crack that slithers piercing
the sound of fear beneath my feet
silent is the answer
shall I wait or shall I walk so tender
will the split in trust wide open try
still not one reply
to die in vain for smiling
crying over what was once so sweet
running water over babbling beds of rock
enthusiasm of a younger stream
flying now confined
defiant in a stubborn season
residue of rusting propositions
silent is my call
Copyright © Gerrit Verstraete | Year Posted 2009
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