Its snowing.
A calligraphy uniquely constructed in a moment of thought.
Millions of moments in the form of falling crystals in the radiance of the moon nigh, effortless dancing to embrace its new found home
Could my life be translated in such brilliance?
An arctic embrace of the soothing blanket envelops and holds me fondly, as a lover in intimacy.
Her gentle sway leaves me abstract; cradled in her *****.
Would one cherish my life so?
The breeze were like affectionate hands, caressing my features so delicately.
Though cold,
its intent resonated with a motherly warmth.
Will one love me so unconditionally?
Drifting down the endless sea of thoughts this night without purpose;
to swept away by its currents and ride the waves just above the surface in its guidance.