Transition/callahan

With thanks to those who remembered



On a cut of grey frost
Good on the beard white dust
But in the blue eyes of the ice
Neither fear nor cold

On a cut of grey frost
He sat down deafly and right there
The bird looks cold
Out of despair

On a cut of grey frost
Huddled to the sleds bed
These sleighs on Heaven toni
The heart cries out to them

It's like you can look from above
With light eyes through the clouds
And turn the sled right back;
On a break of grey frost ...