Poems

Glacier

I’ve been dead for thousands of years, in this lake surrounded with ice.
 
You woke me up.
 
I woke up and I found my sleep in the fog of a burnt forest.
 
My body stuck to the night.
 
 
The whiteness flowing to the skin from the deep light of the glacier
 
Reminded me;
 
 
You walked on that lake.
 
Leaving skin and trace.