November Wedding Day

as the storm is dying out

silence in the things which want to scream out loud

I’m afraid the time has come

to accept the course which cannot be undone

tears stopped falling from the sky

a howling whispers that it’s natural for what’s alive to die

will the wisdom reach you too?

will death be a bridal veil or another darken tint of blue?

as the frostbite chills the bone

one can understand the meaning of being alone

moving closer to the end

are you seeking warmth to face the cold with a good friend?

and you stop to breathe it in

waking up sharp the air tells you a final day can now begin

timeless pause with a revive

all is dying but you remember it will still survive

another year and winter’s here

memories to turn upside-down in a magic sphere

I start dreaming of the snow

where footsteps leave a trace of where people go

in a bubble looking outside

the globe’s missing its snow, where is the bride?

(London, 2nd November 2025)