Softly,
Dusk pulls its cloak
Reality bends to twilight
A silver door opens,
And there I see -
She is as snow by its light;

A gentle ice breeze
Blows stardust upon fireflies
This sorcery of sparks and spaces
I see unravel in her eyes;

But then,
My curse is a prison
The winter will pass
Fireflies will fall upon the grass
And yesterday, with bleeding footsteps
Will come for me again.