In My Room

In my room it became coldThe dead snow silently fallsThe frost at a window spins lacesIn depressing flight I am freeThere in night I see the pastBefore eyes runs lostHiding hopes of the forgotten wordsI go through timeYour eyelashes in a view of the moonSo are serene so are pureOn your gentle bodyDead petal of a roseIn cold hands a sleeping starShining from it is farLighting up your fine featuresFalls turning in a museGive me last lightGiven a life of this nightFrosty air winds my faceMy God has died in this placeIn my room it became coldThe dead snow silently fallsThe frost at a window spins lacesIn dead flight I am free