Hijacked by shivers
  flurry of snow
swirling me behind the store window.

Stolen by the twist and curl
my pen dreams for flight,

  how it dances by your eyes
white flakes engineered
in a place I seek.

Hijacked by a spirit
integrating wind for playful purposes,

why do you cut my ***** with the fascinating glimpse of your miracle?

Drain my ink
  head cracked by echoes.

Thunder left my tree trunk hollow
  for you to tease me
with your bolt.

Inside my chamber
  you flash indigo
and flurry fascination
into airy, funneled dance.

I am ******* into trance
completely speechless,

wondering how to make my ink dance like that.