Letting your nightsnow glimmer
Calming the storm while ice snare branches
And it is winterstill
by sprucewhisper above fleetingly singing ices,
by thousands of frozen tarns inside forest glades
Winterfelled,
rime grabs hold of the branchery
like we hear our groaning steps silenced
Listen.
Be quiet now, snowfall,
right here, by the spruce, the winterbird eats for its life
while Death wants to say something about the sorrows
― I was the one born unto snow in a permanent thaw,
one the world skyembraced sprinkled splintered answers
and left me to be remained, long lasting as tender snow,
one so aloned, leaving all my sorrows over wrong graves
In tears collecting the dead heart before the sick
The last sight endearing land of blood and stones
as I squint over all of this too thin-sown beauty
frosty nights caught frozen in a shined darkness
Want to own myself nothing beyond rest, Endtime dozed away,
want something higher the flames of will sent me burnt in here
In tears collecting the living heart before the dead