It's another wintry night and a moment ago, I was dreaming catching snowflakes with you... The dream is over now, There are no more cabins and pine trees - of the North but the Night, is still cold and somehow I am still feeling your warmth...
I woke to a soft morning light filtered through my pink curtains and the neighbor’s heater vibrating in my ear And through my window saw snowflakes carefree dancing in a radiant and romantic rapeseed field Warmed by the scent of brewing coffee and lovely thoughts of you This magical sea of yellow adorned by tiny lacy flurries Let me forget the freezings that I’ve felt and the dimness that I’ve seen
You’re like December to me With one or two events But you were so cold
You’re like the snowflake that landed at my fingertip You’d melted and gone away In a new state There are so many snowflakes in this world But eventually they’ll all melt Just like the way your heart did for me Sadly
All is still amongst my little waves of ebb and flow, I am still, and yet I float, with those swaying daisies, music moving through the ether that is far yet near, the snowflakes gentle on my skin, in the state of being nothing, & therefore, everything.