Tip-toes on an icy silver blue
In the eye of dawn by a wintry hain...

In the position of the life here
Where not to be, being where I will remain...

Limited in amount,
Lie stretched out...

What if
There were no violence...

Invisible pink roses turning the wind
Tuneful sound, beautiful rush, tasteful lust...

In the break of dusk
Without the sunlight to impose...

Laying next to you, you touch my body
You become my soul, In complete harmony...

I don’t like the way he look at you... yeah, I...
His eyes undress you slow... like a psalm in his...

Seems like not long ago
Seems as there's little time...

I
Again the leaves fall...

It was created upon being born a holy gift
To every Mothered, fathered and brothered...

VI
The cold fog has dropped...