1st of February

One glance, one beat, heart leaps up
to hear her name claimed
by every wind-swept mountain

a lonely call between worlds,
edge dizzy with choice and fate.

Sleep comes hard to morning hours,
between night, and day
caught in a whitethorn thicket

their spears pierce a timid sky,
dark fingers searching for life.

Distant ring of ancient bells,
sound of melting snow,
silver branches dropping down

softly, heart sets free her voice,
awakened dawn, a swan sings.