I brave my sullen,
winter heart
A landscape ruthless
and yet serene

Bitter; it bites
and tears apart
The carefree song
and the careless dream

Sing now winds
Cut and carry
Comfort the void
and pain that tarries

As a man broods
So is he not
For self-absorbed is rude
No matter how taught

Let shared misery
at least keep an eye
on this empty horizon
until what is dead truly dies