The windows are closed
behind them, I sit and listen.
The stories that blow through my head, through my ears,
there is nothing left do to but sit and see and hear,
Like the sea, like waves that come and dissapear
Sometimes rain interrrupts this dream
and drops make their own song in this melody
Darkness settles in, I’ve switch off all the lights
leave on a candle, that dances shadows on the wall
the storm is here,
The storm is here.
It’s winter, and snow and cold are there
walking through the fields of nothing
where signs of life seem rare,
though if you look closer
on places where you don’t expect,
little surprises are waiting
and today, I found these little creatures
dancing on the ice.
( Do you see them? There are little green-ish little dots next to the plant- with the large image you can see them better)
off to the better places
with less cold and empty spaces