I feel like a ghost since time I was lost—
spreading my ash\'n coat on white city roads,
I walk where no one goes, plungin\' into snow;
between worlds I travel, far from home.
My echoing steps cross dim, empty streets,
and tiny animals make giant eyes.
At last it’s time: I rise from frozen ground,
and, holding breath, I soar above the haze;
then glide among the towers’ slender flanks
and steal the splendour meant for cathedrals,
completely holy, adored by crows.
I feel like a ghost; all places are lost.
I spread my ash\'n coat on white city roads;
the universe grows drowsy, opens wide
her rolling gates to the nocturnal rites.
My slumber wanders loosely between worlds;
I plunge into the snow.