Her eyes
bleed on a plate,
but it does not appease
the bitter cold,
and the hunger
that consumes
my body,
and shortens
my breath
but it doesn’t scare me.
The flames of the white candles
resting on her crown
warm my flesh,
and the light of the sun
that follows her path,
brings my soul
into the infinity of Paradise.
Poem (C): Me
“God Jul” (C): Jenny Nyström
