The first white silence of the year
Caught in the pristine snow.
At night,
I hear your steps outside
Crunching in the frozen blanket.
I jump to light your way,
I scream your name
Until birds awaken in the forest.
It’s edge is empty.
I must have dreamt of you,
Stepping bare footed
In the first snow, beneath my window,
Frozen in the white night…
I cry knowing you are cold
And alone…
Just like the day you died,
-The first time I ever saw you naked-,
In the icy river.
