Cold Spring - Old Silver Key

I’ve seen dreams of winter’s end, soil naked grey shadows of sun

Dead birds on the blackened snow

Awaiting something really dark

Mist and wet spring wind are my only companions in twilight

They are always with me when the last snow dies

Only a few windows are enlightened

What am I searching for among these archaic black ghost like houses?

Dreams never give answers, only after taste…

But effaced keys in my hand

Old stairs squeak, in dull light, at the round table

Shadows of those, who gave me

My only companions

Mist and wet spring wind