Freitag, 24. Januar 1997

Backlog: Januar 1997

trees in winter

white on white on white

blinding emptiness all around

lost in acidous snow, never found

alone, craving for eternity.

deep-frozen feelings

whirling with the bone-cold storms

pulse of earth is slowing

polar fever devastating my heart

alone, yearning to freeze.

deathly grey-white night

no sign of warmth in this night of wintery souls

universe must seize to speak

tornadoes of blue fire tearing it to pieces

alone, hoping to see no more.

nature hoping for spring

feeling saviour coming though even hope is frozen

blue-white ice-stalagtites spaering my soul

still keeping my spirit at guard

alone, feeling life radiate again.