Maybe,
One winter morning,
In landscapes very different,
From here.

Brews,
A gentle snow,
As soft as light grazing against,
Water, so clear.

Maybe,
Outside your heavy doors,
You'll walk into canvases of white,
And blue.

Waters,
Frozen still,
Like I wish this moment was,
With you.

The winter's cold,
On freezing, uncovered fingers,
Will feel less harsh,
Than time.

We're trapped,
In a snow globe,
But I'd stay for as long as you
Were mine.