These silent times,
cold midwinter moments,
contain yourself,
lost in whispers,
frozen now these arctic vespers.
These late and empty times,
vibrating with grace,
a cold dark world,
a warm soft place.
Simple now,
these little moments,
simple now
this small embrace,
don't dare touch it
no don't dare look,
it might fall apart,
ruin this space.
Hold this moment,
this brief small time,
hold this moment,
hold it.
