Winter nights

The winter night is cold

Promises nothing

Only cold feets

And silence

We are waiting

We will wait for a long time

Before the cold spring light

Enters this room

White Night Walker

Neither Snow nor rain

Just white foggy streets

I am the black hooded man

Walking at night

You will fear me

When we meet

But I am not dangerous

Just cold,

Trying to keep

My head together

And warm

The mind walks its circles

My feet walk strait

Reaching for the bus