When night time
falls once more

.
as my limbs linger
on my own steps

.
on a black and white
garden of snow

.
melting ashes on tips
on my fingers and one tree

.
stands alone blue in the midst
of silences sounds arise

.
one by one in the eternal
moment I realize I’m – but

.
one question arise maybe two:
how many more times

.
deaths and resurrections
how many more solitudes

.
till we can meet again
my love?

.

.