Angelic purity falls from the sky to cover evil. Angelic purity falls from the sky to warm cold hearts. Heavenly silence, like the silence after a prayer, echoes over the streets dressed in white. Heavenly silence silences false cries and keeps the secrets of human hearts safe.
A curtain of snow descends from the sky like the scenery of a divine play. To hide the sense of guilt for the evil that has already been done.
Piles of snow, like a heavenly blanket, bring oblivion and comfort.
The snow washes everything. People, events, pain and love. The snow prepares the way for new encounters and new love.
Hungry crows, filled with human suffering, caw into the heavenly silence and fill our hearts with sympathy and mercy.
The melting snowflakes turn into the warm 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 words become a superfluous misunderstanding between us. They divide us and say nothing essential.
The Snow Queen from our enchanted childhood and broken mirrors are reflected as messages of something yet to come. Fragments of glass float through the air and fall into our eyes. Then the world becomes colder, and the snowy night seems unbearably long. The shard of glass cuts deep into my eyes and empties them of tears. My eyes are already empty of 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, icy beauty drifts through the air and fills it with lonely coldness.
Snowflakes dance a waltz through the dark and frozen night. The bare branches of the trees stand lonely and vulnerable in their nakedness. As vulnerable and fragile as a heart in love.
Cold bodies and hearts tired of waiting are afraid. The snowflakes melt in the morning, and hope leaves the human world, only to return in the evening when the theatrical play becomes trapped in its first act. The first act in which you and I argue about God and about meaning.
Hungry crows, filled with human suffering, caw into the heavenly silence and fill our hearts with sympathy and mercy.
The trees stand exposed in their nakedness, just as our bodies do when they are bare and defenceless. Just as when I let you into my heart and it becomes weak and vulnerable. Because it depends on you. Because you hold its life hostage.
When everything is in your eyes, there is no need for words. Then words become a superfluous misunderstanding between us. They divide us and say nothing essential.
The scent of smoke and shared cosiness lingers somewhere in the night. Somewhere you embrace another woman while your thoughts fly out into the night like snowflakes, trying to find me and warm me. Somewhere I wander alone through the snowy town, hoping to find you. But instead I see your silhouette framed by an illuminated window. You are standing within that frame, embracing another woman. And she is trying to quiet your lonely thoughts as they escape to search for me. I try to trust those wandering thoughts of yours and to overcome the heavenly silence. But they sound false and cowardly. They are afraid of being caught in their own unfaithfulness. Lonely snowflakes dance the eternal dance of seduction and delay.
Snowflakes die and are reborn in beautiful cycles. Just as after you and after me there will come another He and another She, and they will continue our story where we left it. You remain in the frame of the illuminated window that reflects the white night, while I sit outside in the cold loneliness, trying to catch your thoughts as they drift above me in the form of snowflakes. But like false promises, they melt into the mud only to be born again in beautiful cycles.
A whirlwind of snow carries my body into the air like a passionate tango that warms my eyes, and the shard of glass falls from them. White light passes through me, and I am able to see again. A life without you. A life with a new beginning.
A curtain of snow descends from the sky like the scenery of a divine play. To hide the shame. To cover the world with oblivion and hope.
Hungry crows, filled with human suffering, caw into the heavenly silence and fill our hearts with sympathy and mercy. Snowballs thrown by innocent children's hands fly towards a hungry crow, turning its life into a struggle for survival. A huge snowball strikes the hungry, lonely crow as it caws from a bare branch about human suffering. Warm drops of blood stain the cold white snow. The small, hungry body falls in its final flight. Angelic children's voices celebrate a joyful victory. This is how they learn to become soldiers. This is how they learn to fight life. Once again, heavenly silence covers both life and death.
Angelic purity falls from the sky to give hope to the light reflected in the snow. The human world falls silent in anticipation of the birth of a new love. A love that will free people from fear and make them brave.
Love that will make them holy and accepted.
(Elena S. Lyubenova)
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