All complicated details of this world
are mapped in her brain.
She will thaw them again
in this moonlit night,
she will search for a good recipe
in her Grandma’s journal,
prepare a heavenly dish.
From her windowpane tonight,
a glass half-full of golden dreams
will shift the moon one inch to the left,
and replace wise winter trees
with a naïve giggling spring.
An old record will play lullabies
to calm cold winds that abuse mortals,
and a flaky flame from the fireplace
will keep sleepless nights hopeful,
there will be another tomorrow
showing off its morning to everyone.