It was a brightly night
It was a brightly night
And rough ice was its Word,
With its closed form
And its distant body.
That was the clearest moment.
Cold whispers a winter breath sing,
Never ever were so much clarity in the gloom.
A last, a harsh sound,
Then the deathly silence.
That moment became a lightning
Full of power and lightness
Announcing a storm
Meant to wake.
