Child, you see, you played
On the flower path with bees
Hear them? the path asks
...
Warmth of warm comrades
Chill as the pins of numbness
Days short, though glowing
…
Light unlit, time still
Winter creeps cold like a vine
Can ice vanquish light?
...
Shadow play, today
A dream can see and catch me
I won't sleep tonight
— Gabriel Fenteany
