Tonight
with the ground made of diamonds          
 and the sky full of fog,
I stood and I listened
To silence.
That spoke to me and whispered:
to be alone is not always to be lonely.
As I walked towards the end of the world, where land
meets sky
meets oblivion,
swirling spirits danced patterns around me.
The cold discovered my lungs 
and filled my veins.
I am winters child