Winter morning wakes me light upon the frost,
lost now is my Summer,
here, I ache from slumber in the numbering of days and count the rays that slant at me,
this feebleness becomes my sanctuary.

Somewhere,
where the snow has covered up the shadows and the length of my existence shudders at the drifting in of afternoon,and the moonlight laughs at me,at this silvered magic that I used to be,
I see that I will soon be free, to rise and watch again with freshly opened eyes,the wonder and the majesty and eloquence of immortality.

I do not fear though am afraid ,
and I who have laid with dragons,try to drag this moment from the moment,away from the flames where names no longer mean to me an end to my mortality,but it cannot be and the night falls deep,
I sleep.