waiting

With each step I get away from sorrows,
Secretly,my hands embrace oblivion -
It is snowing over unlived seasons
And over questions without answer given.

The thrill of nakedness pervades the earth
The flakes are falling on the sunset's notes,
The peace, white and cold, is covering my word
Transposing me in a time where I am not.

And now no one can hear me anymore,
Asking my blood back from the love's thorn.
It is so cold in this cruel winter's decor,
Yet, I wait here to cross the farewell' s bourn.