White like winter
I drink you like a parable
Wild like my dreams
Winter is white and lies in my hand only to disappear into water, cold water, that pierces the skin
You stay in your house, arranged like a flower in a beautiful garden
Your eyes are golden like your heart
Winter falls on your windows in white dust
The dust we will all return to
It falls from the sky to become cold piercing water
And grief is in my heart like a friend who never wants to leave
You were there, too, before him, in the palms of my hand like a red poppy under the yellow orange sun of may
And you warmed my heart like the sun gently caresses the skin in summer
Free like a wild rose
Free like a wild bird in the Amazon
With blue feathers that sings of love
Now you sing of loss
And my heart let the same sigh go out
