Hoary frost coats the grasses
And a chill air bites my nose
But to see the roses bloom in your cheeks
Brings warmth to my heart

In dreams there is a peaceful world
A quiet world
Where the heart slows
Where my mind lives free
Of the shadows that crowd my eyes
When they are open

The cool air crystallizes

All around

And words grow still

Their rhythm

Arrested

But with them

The heat

Subsides

Oh, but to sing of days long past
Of stories long-known
And long-forgotten

Oh, but to know them deep
In my heart
To let my soul echo
In remembrance

For whom do I create?
For you, for me?
For some imagined audience
Quiet as the still night?

I think I create
For that soul
Which cannot survive without
That creation

Is that you?
Someone else?
Or some hidden part of me?

And if it is the last
How can I know him better?

So often does the wind
Change its course
And I am forced to wonder:
Do I force through?
Tack west against nature?

Or do I follow?

So often I see the stars
And wonder at worlds above
What we could see
What we could find
If there, above it all
There is a world
For me
Then I remember
When I look in your eyes
That right before me
Is a world all my own