Hearts Adrift

Tonight,

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

Yet, 

In the fantastic infinity

Of  just one perfect flake of snow

You, somehow, still exist

As a minute possibility