the adverse storm stands
before them, aiming them, fire it burns, fire it spurts them out of the
ground; they are lost. Senseless, arms outstretched they are looking for a
landmark, an obstacle.
Over there, a corpse.
Lying on the earth, chilled, it lets the frost bite it. It is a woman. She has fallen there, exhausted.
Her senses, darkened by the haunting sweetness of her dream, sink into the
ice.
In her hollowed ribcage, the radiance of a start dispels her bitterness; the acrid
humour that oozes from her sets her vessels free.
The
intense sky-blue spirit of her childhood breathes on her,
the peaceful sinking feeling leaves her.
7'
8'
9'
She is restored to life; - but what for?
Breathing reclaims her lungs, expels slowly the stagnating vapours that
asphyxiate her.
A stubborn force brings her back to the world. She wants to fade away,
like her own relatives. She raises her eyelids, her love
is on the way back.