Winter calling [Veeti -> Jáhko]
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Title: Winter calling
Fandom: Tistow
Characters/Pairing: Veeti -> Jáhko
Rating: 0+
Length: 34 lines poetry
Summary: If I sang, would you hear it?
Other: Unconfessed feelings (though not unrequited...) Set not long after Jáhko leaves for Tistow; same calendar year. Companion poem to Carefully packed.
Written for Scribe_of_Mirrormere for
fandomgiftbox.
Last two lines are a direct reference to Olav H. Hauge's poem, "And I was sorrow".
Winter calling
If I sang
stood in the winter's dark
crying my song skyward
would the wind lift my voice
across this distance
would you hear it where you are
would it find you where you are
In that bustling city
in that bristling crowd
would you stop in the street feeling
cold fingers grasping your hand
chilled lips against your cheek
would you smell snow and evergreen
would you hear me whispering
all the things I should have said
all the things I didn't tell you
before you packed to go
before you left me here
Winter feels wrong without
your footprints next to mine
your long shadow beside me
your hair bright against fresh snow
I could bury my heart deep
freeze it solid as winter ground
or I could sing and hope you hear it
I'd rather sing and hope you hear it
and my voice will find you
and the wind will carry it to you
to remind you how pines in the sun
thread their needles with gold.
Fandom: Tistow
Characters/Pairing: Veeti -> Jáhko
Rating: 0+
Length: 34 lines poetry
Summary: If I sang, would you hear it?
Other: Unconfessed feelings (though not unrequited...) Set not long after Jáhko leaves for Tistow; same calendar year. Companion poem to Carefully packed.
Written for Scribe_of_Mirrormere for
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Last two lines are a direct reference to Olav H. Hauge's poem, "And I was sorrow".
Winter calling
If I sang
stood in the winter's dark
crying my song skyward
would the wind lift my voice
across this distance
would you hear it where you are
would it find you where you are
In that bustling city
in that bristling crowd
would you stop in the street feeling
cold fingers grasping your hand
chilled lips against your cheek
would you smell snow and evergreen
would you hear me whispering
all the things I should have said
all the things I didn't tell you
before you packed to go
before you left me here
Winter feels wrong without
your footprints next to mine
your long shadow beside me
your hair bright against fresh snow
I could bury my heart deep
freeze it solid as winter ground
or I could sing and hope you hear it
I'd rather sing and hope you hear it
and my voice will find you
and the wind will carry it to you
to remind you how pines in the sun
thread their needles with gold.