The snow falls and
everything stills.
Though it's so sad the sun's gone
So you look up
at the sky and
suddenly
everything is new
and you're somewhere else
Someone else
falling from the sky is
London
Paris
New York City
San Francisco
Places where things happen and
fog looms and
the air is filled with
pulsing
life and
music.
Where you breath
fire and ice
at last
where the streets are running with ink
and words flow and sing
where poetry rains from the crying clouds
and
everything is alive