[ SLEEPING GIANTS ]

You -
I can feel you!

How is this possible?
My frozen heart -
oh, my wretched heart:
it's combustible
again.

I unroll my eyes
with the first rays of sunrise,
and see the world
unravel before me.

How is this possible?
My darkened sight -
lulled to oblivion in a world without you,
oh, it can espy the light
again.

I go out in the woods,
searching for you.
I know you've found a way to me,
burning out the falsehoods,
No longer concealed
by the mist and dew.

Above and around,
I'm surrounded.

I can hear the
sleeping giants stirring,
the enigmatic sky bleeding
fluffy cotton clouds
into the ice at the peaks,
those ancient voices
whispering to the winds
about mysteries long forgotten -
one of them being you.

The cool breeze carries it,
all the way down to me.
It caresses my cheeks,
and taunts my ear with bits.

My eyebrows twitch,
itching to be kissed,
as my mind rewinds
to the starry night under the mountains,
when I memorized
your heartbeats.

A tear runs down my face,
followed by another,
as the wind recedes,
after retelling the story -
The story of us:
you and me.

It's a November morning,
with the gentle sun
peeking through the canopy
under the sleeping giants:
I'm reborn and whole -
with the knowledge of you.
I'm lightning and you're thunder,
I'm transformation and you're
metamorphosis,
And our story is engraved
in the very essence
of this world.

Above and around,
I'm surrounded
by nature:
you.

You -
I've found you!

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