Queen Of Ice Poem by Deniz Atay

Queen Of Ice



'Oh, thankfully', murmured I, I see your face,
Lighten beneath the moon. Your parish skin
Like a white rose: your swoon, your wakening,
All dreams of my winter sleep; but I, can see now.

Subsequently, pictured I, you near a lake,
On a fall evening, the wind is blowing an old page
And reading a story - with bliss - about a sage
Counting the stars in a cage; and I, can see now.

And you solely, patienly waiting for your bird
To spear above the clouds, with your angel eyes
For a while. I, had deals with the blue skies:
Soon, sending you, my Muse; as I, can see now.

And I waited sincerely, day after day after day;
To go back to where I feel, I dream, I smell...
The truest dreams I made for your spell.
Found you! Queen of Ice! for I, can see now.
I can see now!

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