We <br />We approached the winter cold <br />With gelid hands of frost <br />Not flesh but numb of bronze <br />We felt <br />Experienced: <br />And saw <br />The icicles one by one drip <br />Drop <br />From our hands not flesh but numb of bronze <br />We said: ’ It is the weather’ <br />But <br />Inside laughed the Inner Soul <br />Laughed deep and audible and <br />Said: <br />‘See my restlessness. I am of You. <br />And I am restless. <br />So You.’<br /><br />Emmanuel George Cefai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-approached-the-winter-cold/
