White crystals dance down from the cloudy sky,
Moving in a graceful spin with the wind.
Slowly they float down from on high,
Their smooth descent coming to a sad end.
The clear flakes fall on soft skin
As quietly as if they were never there.
A broken heart is waiting for comfort in
The vast white cold of winter air.
Mind set to ease on the frosty breeze.
Dripping to the ground without dare,
Melted snow mixed with salted tears.
I’ve waited for what seems like years,
For the cold of winter to hold me close
And give me the comfort of those
Who can no longer touch me.
Fall silent, snowflakes.
Snow, snow, snow.