Snowing Still

<br>all my dreams<br>take me backwards<br>i can see<br>a little child<br>his mother<br>in black<br>what a pleasure<br>touched by death<br>snow falls<br>cover the dead<br>cold doesn`t<br>touch her<br>ice melts<br>as the warm tears fall<br>kissing the dead brother<br>and it`s snowing still<br>in a lake of white<br>swans stare<br>at their direction<br>sad they live<br>black strange birds are coming<br>although early<br>the night deep falls<br>tears turn to ice<br>by the cold<br>the snow covers his body<br>and the snow stops falling<br>in shape like crows and as swans<br>become wizards speaking human words<br>the morning next together they will be