I am alone among the surface,
prisoner of winterly storms.
My underneath swallowed by boisterous waves,
in winter nights you are all I long.
White paper ship cuts through the foam of shame,
Birch is the witness to my chastity.
Thousands of mirrors playing gleaming etude,
Icy ladder is counting the steps of the night.
I am a flake on the path,
We do not have time, please hurry up!
For the instant and forever,
Fire goes and my voice fade out.