Winter

When days are old
and turning cold,
and dusk fades to dark.
Then silently my soul embarks
to where twilight mourns
the Sun no more.

In starry skies
my heart now flies,
set finally free from Day's embrace.
With moonlight shining on my face,
icy winds blow violently
and Night rejoices silently.

My presence remarked by smoking breath,
in darkness where there hides no death.
And rest now fills my yearning soul,
the Night completes me, makes me whole.
In winter lies the coldest peace,
from deep within me: Life's released.