the city grim wakes inside a spell of frost and fog where phantoms stand proud and tall where the only word on the street is: silence
silver fish peeks from murky waters with the face of a saint
no shortcuts the winterlight brings war to frail eyes
the stage fades to black and I find myself talking to my self
outstretched arms invite the winter sun to be devoured
deal sealed: darkness agrees to be gentle
winter at dawn silence earns its wings
this winter day i give thanks to the sea and gods for the salt and bounty
silver fish rushing through the winter seas still carry a glint of the sun
unburdened by changing skies the flesh stands still against angry tides
elancharan gunasekaran 