Figure in the Snowfield

I dream of light in a snowfield
Where the white will never melt
A river of blood
My body in love
With the overgush

There's a man in the far-view
With a bird trapped in his chest
With every shout
A feather flies out
Or punctures his neck

A figure
Approaches
Like I've always known him
Handsome
Fragile
I feel him heartbroken

Every flower head weighted
Every wolf hidden by trees
The rickеty pine
Log cabin of mine
A home for him & mе

He is blue in the moonglow
He is cracked and hard to read
He's dreaming up a death
Not holding no breath
Until we're both at rest

A figure
Approaches
Like I've always known him
Misty
Mysterious
I feel his heart unfolding

And once better
I feel him leaving
No power of mine
Would keep him around
The gypsophila dead
Come evening
No baby breath
No woodland sound

I dreamt of light in a snowfield
Where the white began to melt
A river of blood
My body beat up
By the overgush

There's that man even farther
With the bird above his head
A silence so loud
A walk so proud
A soul so fed

A figure
Reproaches
Like I barely knew him