Welcome Winter
An old man is standing in the snow alone and cold
In his hands he holds the last snugness of a spark
His wrinkles are melting with the growth of the world
His eyes are hiding a white mystery lighten in the dark
As the wind, he makes my windows creak leaving on his mark.
An old man is staring my wishes made to the starry sky
He embraces time's circle waiting for his only worn turn
Returning only when the passion fades, facing a love's goodbye
Naked trees are his home, fallen leafs the kindling for his wishes to burn
Welcome white king! Our life's dark senses your absence whisper and discern.
Copyright © Valeria Iliadou | Year Posted 2010
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