Slow chimes
Meet me again;
when winter comes.
I still bear your mark,
when shadows fall.
Not even the soft light,
of starlight on snow,
can show this bridal sight.
And everywhere I turn to;
there lies a new beginning.
I wonder about emotions,
falling into the ocean.
Not even the slow chimes,
of coal and dust,
can hide the darkness of night.
Anita©