White nocturne

I would like to touch this snow with the wind of a dream,

With a sudden warmth of music, and turn it all

To petals of roses... Why is it that I recall

Your two pale hands holding a bowl of roses,

Wide open like lotos flowers, floating in water?

I would like to touch this snow with the wind of a dream;

To hold the world in my hands and let it fall.

We have walked among the hills immortally white,

Golden by noon and blue by night.

I would like to touch this snow with the wind of a dream:

And hear you singing again by a starlight wall...