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Wolf heart

 

If I should get to you in winter,

let it be by frozen lake

where the sun can hardly penetrate

the depths of icy water.

 

I will walk the intercessions

of snowy, hidden pathways

and look for you in hollows

where the snow has left its traces.

 

Through the gloom of dawning

I will look through ghostly misting

for the tracks of our beginnings

in the promises of sighs.

 

And where the snow is deepest

where fronds still strive for sunlight

where steps have been forbidden

I will seek in dark recesses.

 

Though the woods are guarded

by the heavy snows of branches

I will look for you in silences

and still keep your confidences.