Snow

Snow


Expressive whiteness of your distinct voice

A hint of whisper flows across the air

Gliding through the slipstream offering my ear a little tease

Fleshed with memories, warmth to my hopes

Rays of sunshine dance upon my window

Comforter, linen, pillow I pull across

Cant sleep anymore as I turn and toss

Feast your eyes on the mornings glory

Fading memories of the time it was dark

Happiness fills the room, the darkness conquered

Not ready to leave the presence stained room

Not willing to cast aside the flavors from the night before

Silence fills the room, a deafening silence

Longing to hear the sea of calm

The thrill of whispers flow so cold

A kiss of warmth melts me from inside

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The Von Himself

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