The morning after the snowstorm
I was carrying a loaded star
Walked across the front yard quietly
By the sleeping horses
The sun was dissipating
The solidity of the fog
And I was painting her portrait
As I walked by
Melted snowflakes she was
The morning I had her
Melted snowflakes she was
That morning of…
Winter shivers
Longing union
Melted rivers
Changing seasons
The morning after the snowstorm
I was carrying a loaded heart
Like a vessel of forest fire
Under inner skies
Blue ocean wind chills protect us
From innocence
As the winter was blowing
The shivering candles
And I walked by…
