A shiver, a chill, a softly spoken whisper
The nights go on in their frosty manner
Spring won't arrive soon enough
A winter moon reveals all the night
She revels in the sky and swims with stars
She is always there, even when she is not
The grass crunches under the steps of a wanderer
The wandering mind is eager for warm rest
Warmth is found in the arms of a lover
And in the heart of the fighter
The night sky, bespeckled, is the only witness
To a passionate and desirous bliss
A shiver, a chill, a secret
The dreams continue in their wishful state
March won't arrive soon enough
The sun rises on a thick blanket of snow
He has the sky to himself, not a cloud to hide behind
He visits me every day and hugs me with his rays
The snow reveals the tracks of the wanderer
The wandering heart beats on