On a layer of white sleet,
Birds sleeping in the trees above,
Hindered by the thought of love.
He walks into the night.The Woman with her beautiful eyes says,
‘Where are you going? To see some faces? ‘
He does not hear it, looks embezzled,
He looked like a man who was puzzled,
Only he knew what he felt,
Her name his lips spelt
He walked around with a bit more bounce,
Throwing around forlorn stones,
He walks into the light.