Thaw

Sleep for a while, wake up an old soul.

There was nowhere to be

Not out here in some grass field

Not sure where I am 

Or who you are

But I’ve met you before

Running your hands up my neck

And my head tilts back as I yawn for the first time since I can remember

Your palms rest on sides of my head while my tendons stretch 

My joints seem as if they melt

And feel open again

Perhaps I could speak now

Again

Since a few millennia 

But there is no need

Not when your hands hold me with such pressure

It feels a little melancholy

Yet warm nonetheless

Very warm

The sun is on my skin

Though it hasn’t quite reached my eyes 

I hope I can open them a bit more

See you clearly

And I’ll smile when I do

I’ve missed you

Author's Note

Up for interpretation, had this idea come to me while driving outside of town. Please feel free to let me know your thoughts or questions, I always love hearing from others. :)

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

The title and the imagery appear to be pointing toward something that has been transfixed in time, and the 'thawing' feels like a reawakening of sorts, as in from hibernation or something similar. The touching and the pressure give a sense of forced familiarity: and it's all coming back to me... what happens next is anyone's guess, perhaps as more connections and recollections are made. Very moving and has a vignette feel to it. Thanks for sharing.