The glacial waters
Sparkling light from the moon to pale
Embellishes the spruces with golden veil
Deep, deep in the glacial waters
Asleep is the essence of the past
Frost rises from the river's depth
While it dances a chord of frozen flute might be heard
When the moon lights the surface of the calm river
In a shape of frost the past quietly dances
No light on these glacial waters shimmers
Only the nightsky is filled with silver glances
The night turns to a day
And the day to another evening
A silent moment by the river of dream
Mind rises to dimensions so far out of reach
