White, Red, Blue

[Guest guest]

All my pieces are in place,

Sinew bone and marrow,

I think I live

My nose pressed against a windowpane

My breath clouds my view

White

I breathe still

But it is winter cold

An ice palace

Varykino

I am barefoot again,

A contessa without a villa

I want to dance in the sun,

In daffodil fields

In love with you.

 

But it is winter cold

The candlelight is burning out,

When the night falls seeping into my ancient bones,

The colour red is what I remember most of all

 

My primal scream,

Hungry ghosts are in my head again,

Dreaming of Blue,

 

Our waltz on thin ice.

 

 

 

 

Ana