Waltzing on the snow
You disembark on a perfumed wave
With steps of an angel of desire
Seeking yourself, but with mist in the soul
Distilling the essence of ambiguity
Drafting corrupt prophecies
Arguing with your innermost  stranger
Tentative in your look, confident in your angst
You always undressed the questions
Disregarding all the probabilities
Barely planing the next journey
You are able of pledging without lying
Believing but never feeling
Translating your love in absence
Summoning the scars of imagination
Sentinels shield you from emotions
Accepting when the world is presented to you
Offering only the frosty gaze of the moon
Disdaining as much as not knowing
Carrying a lethal smile
An hermit danger
The voice of time has nothing to tell you
Savouring the despair of others
Caressing the wound you've created
And when you depart, you depart without pain.
 

M.Daedalus