Friday, April 12, 2013

Hearts Adrift

While tiny perfect snowflakes
Fell about me,
Within a haze
Of ethereal fantasy

The silent perfection
Of each tiny crystal
Made clear,
That I,
Can never hold you

Never touch
Your silent
Tender lips
Never hold
Your perfect gaze

In the fantastic infinity
Of  just one perfect flake of snow
You, somehow, still exist
As a minute possibility

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