I heard whispers in the distance
But it was only snow falling
On the wings of crows in trees at night.
I think you missed me once, before
We listened to the ocean and
Its sounding out of names on the sand.
Now we know nothing, more or less,
But how to describe the moment
Of a gull landing on a grey pier.
The sea here is not yet frozen.
It is restless and flecked with white.
I taste it on my lips, slightly bitter.
The sky is clear tonight. I see
The moon running away with you.