hurricanethe glass breaks cold onthe floornot with a shudder, the king-heart roarsshiver, shiver, like a bird behind barssong falls on deaf ears, up among the starsblow, my hurricane, the red rose torn awaythe destruction you leavewill be here to stayworld wrapped round her chaffed little heelscome closer:it's cold, but i can't feelcan you hear the whispers? burning in the snowashes of the heroes blaze aglowthe blue bird shouts in my ear,"i cannot speak. but can you hear?"open your eyes now, it was all just a dreambut the distance to reality is just a seamif the seam snaps,what do we do?thread our hands over, searching for the blue."love", say her eyes. "someday, someday soon".