Snow

Regular feelings flow slightly over space

Between our bodies we know there is

Something real, we don’t know what.

Does it matter if we don’t understand the

Mysteries of love and pain, commitment

And betrayal? I have seen the sun set on

My hopes and dreams. I have sensed the

Turning flow of the seas. The moon basks

Our dancing in between each rain drop,

Reflecting each star, proving that every

Night brings a close to a journey, and

Every sunrise brings new energy, another

Chance to redeem oneself from the blood

That stains our hands. Wash me white as

Snow.