Snowflakes are a magnificent creation

like the curve of your lips

every time that I taste them.

I felt time tumble backward
all the times
we held what I've been after.Lead me back there.
You, too, can find an answer:
A glimmer of winter in the mist of summer,
a spring sun dancing in the crystal of an icicle,the touch of your warm eyes in the abundance of cold temperature;
tap into imagining and with reflection,
you'll remember.Fingertips flowin'
over eyelashes;
OPEN;
hold what you have at the instances they feel golden:
to be jolted
by a moment
so much it makes you
take that page and fold it
so in the future you can
turn back and hold it. Sometimes your destined to bring back what had been broken.I'm encased in this debate:

do i move

or

do i wait?

Each frost freezes more time that I waste.
The time that once fell so neatly into place.

The way you drift
well, it's oh so swift;
One more time
so I can leave breathless.

Snow is the imagination's temptress
when
the blizzard becomes the winter's mistress.
Everything in nature is destined
to be cleansed again.

So will you face your destiny
like it's a grand symphony
or
will you try to shape it at every degree?Sometimes I just wanna permanently be
the person that I've seen in me
back when love was translated into a "we":
A snowflake is just a raindrop
dressed up for all the world to see;
but when it meets the river,
it loses its individuality;
becoming part of
the greater identity.

"i felt fifty thousand fire flies illuminating your light;
in the chill of a winter's night
i saw the sight
of you surrendering
your fight
and
loving like it never showed you
anything but what is right."

Our bodies can share a flight
that will take our souls
to the borders of this night;
under the stars with a touch of moonlight.I'll be the shooting star
that reminds you
from time to time
how to FEEL who you are.You'll be my guidance; radiant and shining, pulling me out of all
the places I've been hiding.