They fell - dwellers of the quiet world
The white splendor a windowpane absorbs
Like them, I am silence
Amidst ennui walls of dreamless rains
Frozen like them, fainted like them,
Are we everything yet nothing attained but fragments of…
…Snow?
Delayed – absence of recited plans
Portions enticed by the heavens themselves
Concrete destination, partial destitution run for shelter
Things take and burn time and time burns in our age
White city is small, shorter than tall,
My hand is cold, my hand is cold… my hand is holding fragments of…
…Snow
And Life – came to be through my being,
The light that reflected was indeed life,
Born of Love, born of Love… for all living things.
...and silently we fall leaving behind a white trail
We may leave a beautiful trail with a kiss
With a kiss, the world will heal again.
The time is now.
