I sit upon this cold.
The night surrounds me.
The chill attacks me.
Yet, I am content.
I look up to the night sky.
Stars shine, some, their light just now reaching me.
My breath dances before me,
It rises and soon disappears into the night,
Like a phantom.
Fleeting, changing shapes and finally gone.
I am content.
I am warm.
How?
Life keeps me so.
My life keeps me so.
Though the night and cold surrounds me,
I am warm.
I am content.
I am ready.