Pixel on ice

By Renton de Alwis

Somewhere, 
beyond it all, I could hear
me walking through
a wall to reach
to touch to feel
it’s might 
weakened to care
to let the soft wind
blow those strands of hair
fallen on a forehead bare
I stay stunned 
frozen like 
ice that needs a pixel 
to make a carving 
of a phoenix rising 

Bring that sun and that shine
through that open door
no expectation of life
but solace and joy
look not to the sky 
for rays that burn
but for the softness 
of those twinkling stars
likes of your eyes
come share that warmth
walk come walk that talk 
take come take my hand
guide come guide me on ....