In a hotel
room watching the white snow fall
gliding past and beckoning with shaken leaves,
Drape in beautiful files outside upon the
wall,
Silent ice sat in the bark hung from the
trees.
In the gentle night I took a walk with my spirit,
Snow caught my eyes fluttering with little
wings,
They try to fly flapping with all their might,
But end up covering the street and soak
clothes.
Cold sober response shook the worn knees,
And my tearing teeth broke lamentable silence,
A smitten figure misplace in night ease,
Try to walk outside upon snows frozen ice.
My limbs dug tunnels and tried to hold me
tight,
But the ground took my stride to skip and
dance,
I walk the path where the street had gone,
For once in my life I felt carried by a spirit.
Along the path set for me with beaten snow,
I started to float and struggle to find a way
home,
I should have sunk deep in sleep by now,
Instead, plague with regret; I am out on my
own.
I went where footsteps lost their charms,
The softer images in mind losing the fight,
Trying to stay alive swaying with my hips and
arms,
The images were not meant to last through the
night.