When winter became summer

It has been winter for longer than eternity

It has been cold

Summer was inexistant

Days became nights

Rivers were frozen

The land suffered drought

The sun stayed in the West

The moon was beeming during the day

A pin drop was excruciatingly audible

Water drops irritating

The clock’s second hand, deafening

I needed a blanket

I needed a key

I needed to fly

I needed to go East

My tears ran too dry

My brain, too white

yet at times, a concoction of colors

My heart, bland

Streams moved slowly through my veins

My salad, grey and limp

Im blinded by a beam of light screaming through the window

Could it be? Is the sun rising?

My heart was beating in concert with the clock’s second hand

Now rivers flow fast in my veins

Am I dreaming?

The days, finally getting longer and the nights shorter

Lettuce is greener than green and crisp

He entrusted me with the key I have been looking for

I opened the door and he gave me that blanket I longed for

My brain was dancing

I can see the summer through his eyes

His embrace wrapping my now content heart

His embrace is impermeable to the cold

Green velvet grass embraced the dry land

His hands, like velvet, caress my valleys and mountains

The sun-kissed touch of his hand, rises up on my neck

Rivers flow tremors of waves even faster!

It felt like July on my cheeks

I can’t help my weakness

I let my vulnerability take over with my lips, so does he with his

Instant explosion of wine and sweet chocolate.

We are caught in a vortex where the clock’s second hand stopped

His fingers combing through my hair like the wind that kisses a field

Rivers rush through my entire being at this point, it is debilitating

Long gone are those bland days

Together we fly hand in hand, Eastbound to the dawn

Away from the winter, away from the night

Pins and water drops replaced with loud, hopeful dreams

Winter became summer — permanently .