24 February 2013
They are sleeping Sleeping under the snow Snow like a blanket Keeps them in the deep sleep
We waddle around them Or more like, the gravestones "15 years..." But that won't make me Swim across the snow
"All those who have left have not come back." A sad parade walks From the church to the last place White coffin and red roses
A young boy, dark hair, sad face Looks at me, puzzled If this was a movie I would run to him
I would tell him something inspirational but generic like "It'll be ok." and We would kiss and
We would run away But this is real life That's what they say And things don't work like that
I may never see him again The only thing that's for sure Is that one day we'll both End up sleeping under the snow
Winter Sleep • Opuss № I