dreams intertwining past and present
in a winter barren landscape
where rain and wind is pushing up
old wounds
may there be love enough to heal them
may there be wisdom to receive the unpleasant memories on the surface of consciousness
in order to let cure balm the destructive patterns
that has been created there to avoid them
may the darkness of winter
allow shadows to dissolve in the night
while light
is silently growing stronger
in the broken heart
healing what was considered
incurable