Water Under IceA Poem by Henry KroneAs the last poem of the third chapter, it establishes the war between love and hopelessness the speaker is caught between after his misadventures with Rose, Violet, and Obsidian Eye.
Flowing under winter
Is the warmth of a fading love That once was on the surface But now struggles to be shone Cold hearts once bled red Broken, they needed repair Grey was too stiff for the aching heart So blue was the color of the broken part But Jotunheim and its giants can be melt By the prowess of Asgard and its heroes As the icy, depressive cover has formed After the heart had been healed So, many times passion becomes a fuel To extinguish the fear of the person who never knows And this gas perpetually ignites And the water that once thawed the rime Won’t remain covered, buried under ice That is why love always resurfaces With the heat of hope and will Querying if the person the heart beats for Doesn’t has her beating in sync, still But like a snowflake, love falls in pieces To find a place to regrow, as fear overpowers the fuel Where memory and reluctance troubles the loving soul While life seems dull to his aching state, as time never ceases My appreciation for her burns wild Maybe its youth that feeds the flames Or the personality bonded to her beautiful name But, which is enough to love her, the air that I inhale Will soon be few as I drown in the water, doubting if “we” will ever be true © 2021 Henry Krone |
StatsAuthorHenry KroneSão Paulo, São Paulo, BrazilAboutAfter several years of reading and appreciating poetry, I finally decided to write my own poems. Two years ago I completed my poetry anthology, telling the story of my own understanding of love, life,.. more..Writing
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