Swordsmen still training
Sharp winter air cuts me while
Nothing is the same
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Swordsmen still training
Sharp winter air cuts me while
Nothing is the same
Hidden youth revived
Orchestra brings memories
Winter night brightens
Frozen winter path:
This foolish heart beats slowly
To unknown currents
Damp winter drizzle:
This numb heart deaf-blind to the
Late night mysteries
Distant fog creeping
Longing for the forever
Unattainable
Midnight above us
Asking my lover once more:
Tell me who I am
Cold winter stillness
Blues and whites under night skies
Quiets a wild heart
Under cedar boughs
How long can I continue
Half living, half dead
Sunrise not yet here
Moon asks if they’ll die with me
Secret words hidden
Tide under high moon
In a flash of renewed need
Metaphors appear
Moon across sky
I look down surprised to see
I wrote love again
Winter returning
Falling through the world to split
Open on frozen ground
Autumn wind brings chill
Is that beast that haunts me more
Hungry or lonely
Night sky as always
Will I awaken relieved
To be breathing still