Fire and Ice
by Skye Haerrington
I stand there below your window on an empty midnight street
Snow dancing in the harsh winds that should cause discomfort
Yet I feel nothing. The floating cotton is distant,the cold a
Far away memory. Like Andersen's little match girl, I
Am warmed by the memories of fire. It is almost as though
The blaze within your home had warmed even my heart of ice.
I keep watch of you, like a Guardian Angel. You cannot
See me here. The chatter of your many guests conceals me,
As I had known they would. A smile graces my countenance,
A rare sight indeed. Involuntarily, my hand reaches out to
Rest upon the cold brick shell, shielding me from the melting
Healing flames within. There you are, bathed in the lamplight,
A picture of everything I've ever desired yet so unknowing.
Your innocence, your soul there before the prying eyes of
The reine de la gel�e*. And then you catch my gaze. I yearn
To pull away, but your stare holds me captive. You hold me
Captive. I stood there, foolish in the cold winter streets, for
Years upon years ending in a brief second, my view blocked
By your goddess, the nymph of the wood, kindling to your
Fire. I am forced to withdraw. But forever will I remember
The brief moment in which you softened my heart and in that
Short time, you belonged to me. Perhaps, one day, I can emerge
From my frozen cell and my heart can beat once more.
*Frost Queen or Ice Queen
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