The Whisper of Ice

In the silence of an icy heart,
a whisper dissolves, dreamlike,
it craves the warmth of a hidden sunset,
among lights barely lit by absence.
Each beat is a sigh of snow,
a fragile dance between dream and frost,
it seeks the fire of a distant dawn,
but remains still in an echo of honey.
The ice dreams of the warmth of the sea,
an embrace that knows no border,
while the crevice of a cold desire,
opens wide without knowing what it holds.
Yet in that subtle whisper is hidden,
a hope that the sun might arrive,
to melt away the curtains of silence,
and finally let the warmth of a dawn be born.