an unwatched fire sends its last shadows to dance on the wall
the shrieks of the tea kettle go unanswered
a clock counts the faded moments
and each is forever gone
through the door to a timeless world
i follow you into beautiful desolation
there is no waiting
and nothing hurries in winter

the meadow sleeps under a blanket of white silence
nature holds its breath for us
you call me deeper into endless quiet;
and summer is waiting behind the bars in your eyes