Chapter: Winter heart

Your heart sleeps in the white flakes
From snow, where the wolf's tracks beckon.
And where you can hear the rustling of the trees
Where the seer conjures up his dream.

Your soul loves the clinking night
In which the wolf watches over the angel.
And she longs for the golden light
That breaks through the graves at birth.

Your eyes follow the melody
Who forgave you for the past.
Walking across white angel wings
Admire dark seals in silence.

And the emptiness inside of your life
Longs for warmth so in vain
That when it breaks out everything kills
What still chains your journey today.