Shamble

Like small little dry branches moved
By the icy wind of a sad and dark night
My soul remembers your
Your fleshless presence
But a new weird energy
Flows in me

The day you came into my soul
Like a thorn in a cloud of feathers
Time seemed to stop
In every whisper I recall your face
And the deep winter

Covers the earth

The sky leaned in sadness
Wrapping houses in twilight
Nothing more has happened
Just winter has come