The winters’ breath is in the air,
I close my eyes to feel it through,
this feeling has become so rare,
these fleeting moments are so few.

And in the waiting game I am losing,
to a greater force of coming days,
the winters’ breath can be so soothing,
and can be gone without a trace.

But I shall keep pursuing further,
until my eyes can see the truth,
until the spring will bloom with roses,
until my soul will reach its roots.

And when I find snowy peaks,
surrounded by mighty rocks,
in quietude my heart will speak,
a quiet melody of words.

And I shall sit under the sky,
and lie in wait of all that’s new,
embraced by a cold and starry night,
to see my soul being born anew.

I will not doubt for a moment,
all that is meant to be and true,
to follow stars that once had fallen,
to spark a midnight rendezvous.