It seemed all was lost: happiness along with all.
Phantoms lurked silently as I screamed...

As a firefly, glowing softly,
Fly onto my hand...

I saw Mrs Fields
reach for the sun with her eyes...

I see with eyes closed
imagined colours...

In water and echoes,
I swim and swallow...

There they are, Mary and Chris: dancing, smiling...
On this Snow-White's Christmas day, puffing...

I don’t know why
the light you shone...

You say songs sung in the snow
strip the heartstrings bare...

The prosody of your speech
And the melodies of your eyes...

Memories, forever laid in Yesterday's bosom,
Why? Only there, can it blossom...

I wonder if the world (along with our lives 
so insignificant within it...

Your breath became the smoke I see;
Your smile would shine in fire and light...