Cold Hand

Where are you, cold hand in the snow?
Thousands of minuscule blades scratched your petals,
I used to kiss those petals amid watercolor skies.
Where are you, cold hand in the snow?
Your eyes had stored the stars, the night, the dew...
All crystalized now, gazing at intricate hexagons.

Under the sun I wait, Penelope, weaving nothing,
Hoping for you to walk out of this sea.
Liquid beads flow on my cheeks, a necklace, a disaster--
And you don't send a message in the wild waves...

My water moves, yours is diamond powder.
My surface burns, you've become timeless.
Where are you, cold hand in the snow?
You're the only hand I'd ever want to hold...