I hear the ice – crack under me
a deep, deep sound – of breaking ground.
perhaps it is – stupid to
run on lakes in the winter
but I do, yes i do
stumbling on swans, and birds and ice
frozen islands, captured boats
freezing ducks, crispy snow,
traces from skates, sticks and skies
not from me, none from me
I hear ice crack under me
running on lakes in the winter
I hear ice crack under me
feeling like you, feeling like you
the sky snaps at me, breathing cold
the icy wind, eating thoughts away
drives tears from out-cried eyes,
coldness makes my feet float
as they’re not mine, no, not mine
In a minute, or million years
ice will be, water in flow
and I will dive into you,
with a little luck, like water,
me in you, you in me
I hear ice crack under me…
I’ll warm you up, as you do me
sweat in the palm, of my hand
like water from the lake,
soaking sheets, and floors and stairs
it could be, that you are me
but now, everything is frozen
and yesterday, is yet to come
I am running on lakes,
and it is so much winter
just like me, just like we
I hear ice crack under me…