...I'm innocent still -inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken- and when I see your light it stains my soul with color ...

...if it weren't for you, mornings wouldn't be so comforting - slippers wouldn't scrape through the rooms of my heart...

...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...

...the winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows...

...the feelings that pass between us are deeper than fleshly touches...

...these vignettes I sketch for you - what are they? watercolors ..yes and dreams blurred with tears ...

...freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night...

...you are enchanted - only a princess can leave glass footprints in the snow...

..snow gently settles like dust in a shaft - for one moment there is no one else - only the wind like the hiss of an ice skate ...