it is a long road across the ocean the sky is vast especially at night memories of forgetfulness haunt while the daffodils wait to live deep down they stir Earths womb the same womb we leapt from to meet across all distances and close down thoughts of loneliness.
absolute uniqueness falls from the sky each flake a mini marvel of ice to arrive on the Earth where they cannot be told one from another -where they have all joined together -and are now a weaved blanket of snow.