Softly

Softly into your broken veins. Softly into these broken dreams. Will you ever come home? Will you ever be found?

Standing on shattered windowpane softly I whisper your name, concealed in bedclothes of frosting cold

Softly the snowflakes start to fall fleecing the velvet skin suspended in frozen time. Icicles slowly drip outside to the rhythm of your wounds here inside.

I entered your dream, I entered your scheme. Softly to swim inside your veins, softly in rippling cellophane. To float and glide in time to the rushing in your brain.

I wanted your lips, yes, I wanted your kiss. So softly the moment had flown. My body outside yours softly collects the falling snow and disappears far away so softly.