A Snowflake passed this way.
Fragile is the mind
that has lost a friend.
So too, is the snowflake
seeking sanctuary on my window sill
both are anonymous to the world.
Delicate is the dreamer
who knows the snowflake well?
Pure as an angel’s tear
complex as the heavens above.
For within its crystal, there is a mirror,
where footprints, lead me down,
a snowy lover’s lane
to that first kiss.
Oblivious to winter’s chill
there she held my dreams
warmed my passion
and whispered the words
that only lover’s can hear.
And in the virgin snow
I proclaimed to the night
“I love you”
As the snow melted into tears upon her face.
Fleeting was the time we were given.
This youth that remembers the girl
that loved him so tender
in the cold of yesterday.
Shimmering were the Angels
that danced for love
in wispy snowflake dresses
swirling their magic.
Ever knowing that spring
would chase their dance away
Forever are the lives
searching for answers,
sharing a snowflake’s fate.
Bound in this brief existence
beautiful and unique,
born to melt away
in the heat of time.
For it is an honour to know a life
that others did not.
A memory that is special to me
Most fragile too, are we who love this life
whose lives are touched by those we meet.
Who gather the things that make us complete,
friends and Snowflake memories.
A tender truth, written in the sky,
anonymous to the crowds,
but not to those who look up and see.
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