through my thoughts and through the trees
drifting with the recklessness of a lover's way
over my heart and through the leafs
spiraling without a fret like a lover's soul
hoping for permanence and not to melt away
oh, but love and snow are the same
both have danced with me, if only for a season
falling onto my tongue and into my weary soul
gracing me with unreachable beauty; only to
leave the cold and nitemare memories.