Waking--
there are wolf tracks...

I can feel your eyes
but cannot meet them...

Snowflakes pirouette
tiny winter moonlight dancers...

Lost on the courts,
you flogged the dark horse...

Float down like softly falling snowflakes to
leave golden glow halo kisses upon troubled brows...

Everyday
is only another day...

The smell of incense burns
my nostrils like the sun\'s fire...

Throwing herself from
september treetops...

Days fade to gray
every breeze whispers your name...

The sun a dream whisper
fading into a mist of still air...

And that was the day
of the eclipse...

I had a dream
of salvation in the night...