it’s now winter again
after spring, summer and autumn
the winter is back again
a season my dream was born
yes, it was a snowy-winter-day
white, white, and white…
how i wondered day and night
can be a dream delivered
outside of a dark closet?
a dusky dream with snowy-light?
everything is possible
in this snowy-white-land
cubby-holes turn into sea-shores
and temples into thug-bars
no wonder, if dream becomes decease
it was a snowy-winter-day
a day my dream was born
and it is now back again
a snowy-winter-day, a day my dream
is torn
between living and leaving
birth was not an easy course
as a mother, i was aware of this
but birth in a snowy-white-day!?
i saw the snowstorm ruling out
the power of my child in a
gloomy-dark-night
why lament the snowy-winter-day
why curse the deceased dream this
way
what have i brought along to lament
what am i leaving behind to curse
just strive to survive another
snowy-winter-day
