Here it is.....
Time does not pass when snow is falling --/
only the silence falls. Trees glisten, trembling/
as a body trembles beneath a white sheet,/
the room cold, shock of warm hands, feet/
twisted and touching feet. The snow fell/
and settled on her hair, diamonds to tell/
the story of her beauty, silence in timelessness,/
eyes saying stay, her whispers wordless./
That night I woke to the silence of snow. Her arm/
was a season touching me, white, almost warm,/
a light in darkness. The first snow falling/
as only silence falls. The world lies listening./
Time passes as the seasons pass. Leaves sprouting/
their tragic wings, November bravely shouting/
its hypnotic soliloquy to a December sky, frail/
and innocent, fear of first love as first things fail:/
time stills in my mind like unbroken snow,/
her face white and lovely at the window.
2007-05-30
12:27:56
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