Repentance

Where I am the cold is growing
Nights forget to wake the morning
One into another flows
Far away the sky is snowing
Distance makes it fall more slowly
Fall on faces no one knows
Thousand bodies in repose
Now the distance only grows

How it haunts me in my dreaming
Thousand saints beneath the evening
Lit by Your nomadic spheres
Call on winds to speed my leaving
Call on winds to leave me freezing
Now I have become my fears