leaving the cotton sky,  
flying and falling at the same time,
and, after, waiting, în silence, waiting,
in your dreams,
melting

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...

tiptoeing lightly on tiny feet
fidgeting quietly in your seat
snowflakes dancing through the air
imagine them landing in your hair

fingers tapping on your desk
eyeballs darting over your test
snowflakes laughing at your troubles
they laugh so hard your stomach bubbles

pencil markings from pencil tips
erased so hard the paper rips.
snowflakes watching the whole ordeal
while spinning around like wagon wheels

write your name, turn it in
let the outside fun begin
snowflakes dancing through the air
now they're landing in your hair

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.

Like a threadbare rug
weaved in only the colour of moon
I carried you in my soul
long before
we met

Being with you
is like watching snowflakes
for the first time
Ice melts
warmth fills my soul
and a folk tune plays
in the universe