The Snowstorm

Blow the wind!
Hush you trees!
Look at that!
Look at this!
All is white!
Don’t know how…
Time is right,
I’ll run now!
Oh, the joy!
Oh, the fun!
Pick my toys
And start to run!
To the snow
And to the wind!
To the place
Which is within…

Within a snowstorm it is hidden,
Within a town of my dreams.
Where the weather doesn’t settle.
Where there is no subtlety.

There is no black, no dark, no bad,
But just the snow-white dreams we have.

The snowflakes swirl around me now.
The every one of them is beating
With hearty heat of sudden bow
To the almighty, lordly being.
Who did have conjured them in skies,
Who used his smithing skills for goodness.
Who have created perfect lives,
Contained in humble snowflake movements.

That’s why the snowstorm is so lasty
And every second it is different,
Because the souls are not like pastry.
You cannot simply try to split them.
They are eternal, always lasting.
They are all white in the beginning.
So try not let them fall in dirt
And please allow them their feeling.

The vision’s gone for long… for now.
I have just dreamt under the rain,
I have forgotten the sensation,
I am now one with this damn train.
Which some of us have called “The Life”,
And others titled it “Predestined”,
But I’ll just name it “Weather lie”
And fall on snow disgusted… Taste it!

The snowstorm is not ever present,
But it is sudden like a blow.
The rain is yet another aspect,
It’s always following the snow…

I am the weather son myself,
My actions random and thoughts unclear.
My clothes are made of little tears,
Which tear the destiny apart.