This winter night is long
Sit down beside me,
hold my cold hands in your hands.
Let me lean my head on your warm shoulder
and tell me my story.
Hidden deep in the crevices of my soul
Where there was no separation once.
I hear the time
Tip – toeing away into nothingness
Before the darkness, dropping its final curtain, prevails,
Burning embers turn to soot, I look at you
My heaven! to take the image with me.
Hold my hand and cross the night with me
this winter night!
I cannot do it alone.
March, 06/07, 2013