You
Fell into the night
Deep night
The winds had long been
Whirling
The waters on the small
Lake
Already had been in small
Crystals growing:
The night
Was deepening.
Ahi! The lovers
Were sleeping each
In a separate home
Dreaming of the
Other
whilst
The winds had long been
Whirling
The waters on the small
Lake
Already had been in small
Crystals growing:
The night
Was deepening.
The waters in the
High airs
Turned to snow.
The waters turned
To snow:
Heavy with
Offspring
Fell
Fell
Fell:
The night was deepening.
‘The usual story.' Said
The Monsignor
Dressed
In a mountain of clothes
Smoking
A cigar
With a flask of water
Mixed with alcohol
Imbibing
Now and then.
He too was tired
He too was sleeping.
By him burnt
The fading embers of a fading fire.
Snow
You bring most of this
- not all.
You
You
You
Have not kept
The time
From running deep
Deeper night
And
Then
The
First whiff
Of Dawn.
Turned guilt-faced
The snow crystals
Fire
Over the land
Of the first Dawn
Detective
Of the snows
Dawn asked ‘Why?
Why not melting? '
Melted
Slow yet
Irresistible
The snows on fire.
Waters turned hot.
The taps no longer
Froze.
The waters
Came out
Gushing.
The first birds flew
In bliss:
You
Did not conquer them
Snow
Now
Fading
Fading
Fading.
Your time's fading.
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