Sun streams on the yellow wheelbarrow
Onto the garden of fallen snow
Between the sorrow and the sadness
Lies the joy of light and dark
Lies the thoughts
Of that day in the park
Already unable to settle
So feared of the next moments
That that moment passed
In abstensis
Ring of air
Afloat on the surface
He went on to dare
You were caught by her
Imperious gestures
To suggest
That anything was possible
If only our time would last
Wind rattles through the beeches
We travelled, as with the spark
