A winter queen now owns the stage
the lock and chain, falls from her cage...
Unslept-
hangman, flees from the noose...
Animals scatter
In the wild so freely now...
How saddening is the birth of a star?!
It was such a miracle floating so far...
Crash onto the shore
destroying castles of sand...
Walking together down a path crowded with moss,
white oaks, and thorny bracken we pause...
That was unscarred night.
The full moon was rising...
the past is just behind us,
a shadow in our wake...
She stares at me through my window
Her eyes constant throughout the night...
only three hundred sixty-five days,
the spring wind so bitter warm...
When you were a baby
Just a small little sprout...
Frozen lake tempts me
to childhood follies once more...