Begrieving snow falls in the dead morning.
Stray dog’s howls and the footsteps of Geta pierce the air.
I walk with the weight of the Milky Way on my shoulders.
But an umbrella that holds onto the darkness is all there is.
I’m a woman who walks at the brink of life and death.
Who’s emptied my tears many moons ago.
All the compassion tears and dreams.