Without Trace

in the middle of the green between plants and flowers leave her/it to you to lose, without trace and without age.
Alone in you as a woman in the snow.

Allow to be her/it alone with herself,
without an if, without a but.
As a hermit leave her/it to you to go.

You remember that cross you inside and out,
your dreams curse by now you.

Where you are flying you don't know him/it,
you have lost by now the compass.
There is not more nothing for you here the moment has arrived perhaps to migrate.