Who would have thunk it?
Nival and oneiric,
One and the same.
Same in all but name
as the crystalline fragility falling from the sky,
disguised in the peach yet platinum cloud cover.

Who would have thunk it?
That the halcyonian sky shares its wealth,
well placed in time and space, and so bliss is born
in the snow where eyes meet through refractions.
fractions of seconds amount to infinitesimal instants of passion.

Who would have thunk it?
Who would think at all?
When all is simplified
To all that we want