Like dust in a shaft;
For one moment there is no one
In all the world.
Only the wind
Like the hiss of an ice skate,
Only a few flakes in the darkness
Melting on my coat.
My heart is not free.
My thoughts fly to you in the city
Your quiet street with its windows
Brightly lit.
We think of each other
In the loneliness of love,
While the snow flies
And the nights are dark.