It's snowing in Ottawa

I hesitated for long,before writing 

to tell you some of the silly things

people say  when their minds 

are a little in the blank ...

 It's snowing in Ottawa .

I trace crossed-out  words 

like bare trees reflecting my life.

The big clock ticks away its litany...

Cold streets speaking of us ,

and the betrayal  of that forgotten date...

 The river must be frozen stiff 

in its icy shroud ...

 I listen to our voices,

 whispering behind yesterday's door...

  I laughted at my youth ,

which begged me to give it a name for eternity ...

  The flattering mirror ,reflected back to me 

the image of a desirable devil ,

a cheater  whom I do not  recognized 

as my double ...

We still believe that love is a game for two !

  Are you just that stranger I know so well ?

   Specter ,whose embrace I refuse ?

 In my nights and days ,embers and ambers ,

you are always that breath of an unspoken spell ...

Taking out a thousand  faces ,you know so well 

how to deceive me ,behind your single mask ...

  will you be surprised to receive this letter 

from another planet ?

  A memory sent to myself in a space-time rift .

    I  never forgot tomorrow .

The heavy clouds reproach  us for not having 

believed in them .

  They beckon and dissolve along  the  silk road

of their secret destiny .

  Its snowing in Ottawa ...

 Are you still dreaming  ?