Dream of the ascent
This cold wind runs
through my hair,
it was like a dream,
I only have a brief memory of him.
But what did he want from me?
Here so far away from him,
I still think
about him.
But what he wanted from me,
I still don't really know
not really.
Should I see him again.
I ask him accordingly.
But will he also
tell me the truth.