Melt Slowly...

You have to melt, but melt so slow,
Like dawn dissolving in golden glow.
Not in a rush, not all at once,
But second by second, a measured dance.

Let time stretch wide, let moments stay,
Make every heartbeat delay the day.
Let every drop that slips from you,
Turn into echoes, soft yet true.

The frost of pain, the ice of doubt,
Let them thaw, but not burn out.
Let warmth seep in, like whispered words,
Like songs unspoken, yet deeply heard.

Melt like a candle, a lingering light,
Casting long shadows into the night.
Melt like the snow on the highest peaks,
Drifting down in slow mystique.

Let seconds stretch into endless streams,
Make each a world, a web of dreams.
Let melting be an art so rare,
A dance with time, a breath of air.

For in the slowness, life unfolds,
Stories linger, love takes hold.
A hurried melt is a fleeting tale,
A fire too fierce, a wind too frail.

But if you melt with grace, with time,
Each drop will sing, each fall will rhyme.
So melt, but melt in measured flow,
Like rivers weaving soft and slow.

For melting fast is fading soon,
A flame consumed before the moon.
But melt so slow that when you’re gone,
Your warmth remains, your light lives on.