SNOWY SYMPHONY

Angelic purity falls from the sky to cover the evil. Angelic purity falls from the sky to warm the cold hearts. Heavenly silence, like after a prayer, echoes over the dressed in white streets. Heavenly silence silences false screaming and makes the secrets of human hearts safe.

A snow curtain descends from the sky as a scenery of a divine play. To hide the sense of guilt because of  the evil, which is already done.

Piles of snow like a heavenly blanket brings oblivion and comfort.

The snow washes everything. People, events, pain and love. The snow sets the way for new encounters and love.

Hungry crows caw, filled with human suffering, echo the heavenly silence and fill the hearts with sympathy and mercy.

The melted snowflakes turn into hot tears of our innocence. Tears of joy for you. Tears of pain for you.

When everything is in your eyes, there is no need for words. Then the words are a superfluous misunderstanding between us. They divide and say nothing essential.

Snow Queens from our enchanting childhood and broken mirrors are reflected as messages of something to come. Glass fragments are floating in the air and fall into our eyes. Then the world becomes colder, and the snowy night seems unbearably long. The glass fragment cuts deep into my eyes and empties them from tears. My eyes are already empty from tears for you. Because that is what the Snow Queen chose for me. My heart no longer suffers for you. It is calm and empty. White cold beauty is carried in the air and fills the air with cold loneliness.

 Snowflakes dance waltz in the dark and cold night. The bare branches of the trees stand lonely vulnerable in their nudity. As vulnerable and fragile as when the heart is in love.

Cold bodies and tired of waiting hearts that are afraid. The snowflakes melt in the morning and the hope leaves the human world to return in the evening when the theater play will be stuck in the first act. The first act in which you and I are arguing about God and the meaning.

Hungry crows caw, filled with human suffering, echo the heavenly silence and fill the hearts with sympathy and mercy.

Trees stick out vulnerable in their nudity. Just as when our bodies are naked and weak. Just as when I let you in my heart and it makes it weak and vulnerable. Because it depends on you. Because you keep its life as a hostage.

When everything is in your eyes, there is no need for words. Then the words are a superfluous misunderstanding between us. They divide and say nothing essential.

Smell of smoke and of mutual coziness somewhere in the night. Somewhere where you embrace a woman, and your thoughts fly like snowflakes out in the night, trying to find me and warm me up. Somewhere where I wander alone in the snowy town in the hope of finding you. But I see your contour in the frame of the illuminated window. You are in this frame, hugging another woman. And she is trying to stop your lonely thoughts that are flying out to look for me. And I am trying to overcome the heavenly silence and to believe your escaped thoughts. But they sound fake and cowardly. They are scared not to be caught in infidelity. Lonely snowflakes dance the eternal dance of seduction and lagging.

The snowflakes die and are reborn in a beautiful cycles. Just as after me and after you will come another He and She and they will continue our story where we stopped. You are in the frame of the illuminated window that reflects the white night, and I sit outside in the cold loneliness and try to catch your thoughts flying over me in the form of snowflakes. And as false promises they melt in the mud to be reborn again in a beautiful cycles.

A snow whirlwind carries my body in the air like in a passionate tango that warms my eyes and the glass piece falls out of them. White light passes through me and I am able to see again. In a life without you. In a life with a new beginning.

 
A snow curtain descends from the sky as a scenery of a divine play. To hide the shame. To cover the world with oblivion and hope.

Hungry crows caw, filled with human suffering, echo the heavenly silence and fill the hearts with sympathy and mercy. Snowballs sent from innocent children's hands fly over the hungry crow, turning its life into a fighting experience. A huge snowball flies to the hungry, lonely crow that caws lonely on the bare branch, about the human suffering. Warm drops of blood stain the cold white snow. The small hungry body is flying down in its last flight. Angelic children's voices declare a joyous victory. So they learn to be soldiers. So they learn to fight with  the life. The heavenly silence once again covers both life and death.

Angelic purity falls from the sky to give a hope to the light that reflects the snow. The human world is silent in anticipation of the birth of new love. Love that will free people from fear and will make them brave.

Love, which will make them holy and accepted.

(Elena S. Lyubenova)