5119 A halo of sun

You bring 

Your circle of snow 

When what I long for is 

A halo of sun, 

But the sun I long for 

Is not a weak 

Water star 

But a mighty 

Nemesis 

To warm 

My interior.

Your birds 

Fly erratically 

At the edge of my night.

And there is plenty of impatience 

In my exacerbated heart.

You bring 

Your circle of snow 

When what I long for is 

A halo of sun.