Holocene

You remind me of the holocene.
A time when things were cold,
But gradually made warm.
A place where the terrains were ice-filled,
But melted by the warm sun.
And I although, am the wild winter,
You are my silent summer.

And in the eons to come,
Should life allows us to cross paths again,
I will always look for you.

Gunthor x

06.11.2021