Snow drifts and flies,
the air cuts like knives,
bends the step, brushes past,
along the wind that forever lasts.
Still the scars of the year,
faded in summer’s cheer,
where the sun once called us near.
Where the shadow moves ahead,
far beyond where we tread,
leaving the footstep behind,
and from the past, intertwined,
the echo trails, out of breath,
panting in the field’s depth,
where the wind sows memories,
like seeds lost in endless seas.
Between bare trunks, so thin,
the moon begins to spin,
its light flows over the rows,
and there, at the edge, it shows,
calling out in cold flame:
“Live!” it whispers, but the same
remains unheard, alone,
in the rigid trees, all grown.
Beyond the vastness, where we roam,
we’ve already gone, far from home,
behind, only the shadow stays,
repeating through the endless days,
beneath the pale and distant star,
that never sees just how far.
Take a breath of winter’s air,
the flickering glow, faint and rare,
between the branches, cold and deep –
but the shadow, it will keep.
It remains. Forever, it remains.
Text & Musik: W. S. & MakeBestMusic
Arrangement: Werner Stangl, Linz
Hinweis: Das Gedicht ist eine Übertragung bzw. Nachdichtung des Gedichts „Winter.Nacht„.