There is nothing there
In the place once where
My heartbeat did beat
And my kick-drum rolled
Like a stone turned southwards
To avoid the winters writhing cold

Breathed out like snow, the snow
Which falls first as a rain soaked hope
And freezes slowly along the way
No longer pretending to know
What the feeling of light falling
Is like being beneath

Yet in the stillness, it is always me
Who knows no different than this when
Will my skies return to the lightest gas
And my head stop fasting
On this memory of you
But a massing cloud just waiting to pass

And in the wishes of spring
Therefor hope once grows
And in the kind of snow which smiles evoke
Which will never come to settle on the wings of crows
But glows in the sun like a radiant pyre
And flows like the flame of a dancing wildfire

Ignited, I fly
And maybe then try
And shake the snow from my wings of this healing age
I find, and will hopefully allow my heart
To finally come home
Who am I but alone?