During six days and nights it snowed.
The trail had vanished into white –
And all the form the forest showed
Got lost in the lethargic tide.

No fragment dared to cast a trace,
The thoughts denied their vanity
And during darkness time and space
Reshaped into a memory.

There, in the cottage, for six nights,
Where you obeyed to every sin,
We were free shadows in the lights
Of lust and unrest from within.