Winter Contemplations
A storm is raging Snow is piling up Outside this cabin Surrounded by the woods The walls are shaking And windows rattling Tremors not reaching The long frozen heart Abstract paintings - Just patterns in mold Lavish carpets - Rotting seeds of my hopes Trapped inside - not by the storm Gazing only at this deadly flask Trapped inside - not by the storm Gazing only into this deadly glass Distilled memories Sweet fragrance of what could have been Shrouded within, The present remains unseen La Dernière Tempête... The storm is passing by over my head And flying at its side the souls of the dead Their inviting chants sing to my ear Soon I will be gone far from here
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 22, 2026
Amid these fields of snow Under wide open skies It's as if time had stopped While an eternity had passed A shade devoid of life A ghost deprived of death Immersed within this land Where all the clouds are standing still Where the clouds stand still... And linger... And storms no longer raging No blizzard blowing through the forest pines A cabin buried in a distant past And lying there, one empty glass And all those torrents raging in my head Their dry beds overflow with emptiness A haven with no solace to be found And standing there, the shadow of a man
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 22, 2026