After my encounter with you again my day is brightened,
and I wonder how to love –
how to rally myself against the harsh January cold,
the crisp sounds in forty below air,
the grind of the packed snow under my boots…
and convert time into eternity.
So I walk, and what do I sing in the still, cold air?
While bundled up in our parka,
roaming down the path.
And can I really see the ravens in my path?
With their dark wings open, they are like holes in the night.
And in search of what?
So I stand in puzzlement, and wait for them to finish.
And as they suddenly fly away, I wonder…
Maybe they too wait for all this,
to give away to love itself,
to look into the eyes of another, and feel everything –
the pleasure of love in the long January night,
to wrap your wings around her, as if the long night has ended.
This work by dschwietert is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License.