It’s all so white
In breathing of the aether,
In storms of the believing,
Where myths are bright.
Hot waves of shame,
Sore symbols of regret,
With all the guilt that’s left
On shaky fears’ lane, -
They’re all for us
In winter of believing.
It’s hard to speak of feelings,
Of precious times.
It’s all the past.
May present be your shelter,
In race of the forever
Few steps on crust.
It’s all so white,
And thoughtflakes hover softly,
A blank page is so snowy, -
And pen to write.
It’s all so white.

April 2025