Jan 2017
Time used a sleight of hand
stealing a slice of daylight.
Throwing the sun-rays in a pool of black
prolonging the cold night.

The scenery resembled that
of a snow globe, viciously shaken.
Framed by frozen lashes,
and wishes long forsaken.

The snowflakes forming a cocoon
of bitter coldness and misery.
Morning became afternoon
and the darkness remained so thick you can't even see

Shivering lips released a misty cloud of prayers,
begging for daylight to come.
Skin raising bumps to match the night sky
yearning for the warm caress of the sun.

Flesh and snow became indistinguishable,
as time started being undone
All that was left, was to make snow angels
and then become one.

Those framing frozen lashes,
flutter to a close.
The snow angel preparing
for an eternal doze.

Brilliant light appeared,
sprinting across the sky.
The lashes tore open,
lips uttering one last cry.

The sky filled not with sunlight,
but a sign that the sinful angel was forgiven.
It looked like *** spilled His paint,
while coloring the heavens.

The northern lights
claimed the sky
singing the angel to sleep
with one last lullaby.
Second Wind
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