Winter snowing gently into my mind, icing everything there,
hidden or not.
Freezing eternity in time, allowing even the worst memories
and nightmares to look eerily beautiful within.
Stages of inter-dimensional thought are placated silently
for the time being, tenderly numbing all interior images
even though they're being seen.
Waltzing beyond horrible feelings, being at last able to see
without going through the immutable reality of everything.
Sliding down hillsides on sleds, leaving all memories behind,
while careening down slopes of everyday life, gazing at
sunrises, realizing sunsets are also a part of being.
Hand in hand with frozen thought, able to see it's pictures
consciously, no effort at all.
Head bowed, curiously afraid, timid, fragily holding on,
attempting to trust a tiny bit at a time, wanting to believe
in sincerity, yet knowing also what I have experienced in
the past.
Keeping me timid, shy, afraid to get too close, untrusting,
afraid to hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
''Winter snowing gently into my mind'' I love your words.. the view of the snow (or the memory of it) often evokes an intimate feeling of nostalgia and loss..