Frost was covering his face
and frozen tears were shimmering
beneath his eyes
He held his hands like in a prayer
Maybe God was busy
that particularly day?

She could see that he was young
his hair was black and short
his skin soft and white
Something in his frozen smile
made her fall on her knees,
bending down to kiss the ice

Wanting to touch his hands
his face and his lips
she fell over him
trying to break the icy surface

Her hands were beating until they bled
Her eyes were crying until they froze
Softly singing to him
to God
who knows,
she fell asleep

Oh Sarah, don’t you know
God was busy that particularly day?