.for Now I Am Winter

«Speak slowly, tongue of winter
Leak only strokes of bright moonlight.These streets I’ve weaved with hunger
Repeatedly with white sheet eyes.
Quiver through the nights

Beneath a lonesome moon, I hear,
This city croons to me, no other.
With dark descending phantoms
Haunts hoary heads the longest wail

Their hollow beat of footsteps
Will follow me midst snowy trail

Beneath a lonesome moon, I hear,
this city croons to me, no other.
Releasing all too soon, I’m near;
To her my chest gives in, no other
(The grieving streetlights monitored me well, since all was but frost)…»