winter wakes from a dream cast in opaline   where summer lies like a ghost in our memories   and our world, darker now, wears a humble grace   my winter, so quietly alive      silhouettes of the trees dress the sky in lace   across a watery sun melting through the haze   and as I walk I feel the buzz of electric cold   on my skin, I drink it in, I drink it in      and now I am walking alone, down the same worn street   that strangers walk down, alone, without a word to me   the brief exchange of a smile as we pass each other by   a sweet exchange of sweet belonging      and in the faces of those who we know so well   gentle warmth brought to life in the numb pearl-grey   and we don't need to speak, only listen to the world   poetic world - there is nothing more than this      and in these moments we breathe this simplicity   discover fragments of love half-remembered, when   all we knew was the sound of her heart beating   and it said, "you are loved, you are safe, you are safe."      so here I am, and here we are, here to do our part   to figure out who we are, what we have to give   and with our words sew the sound of her heart beating   and let it sing, "you are loved, you are safe, you are loved."