"Night of the Snow Moth"
On a dormant winter eve far ago
Early winter, after a snowstorm blew
As the lands slept in their icy white glow
I felt displaced, should've been sleeping too.
Awake, and no one else, nor the season
And so vast and radiant was the night
And with that, I needed no more reason
Out I went into the snowbound moonlight.
A blue rose nodded far off in the snow
The air, the chill night air of the unknown
I smelled a fence in its indigo sleeve
I breathed in the pines, hemlocks, all alone
I felt more than I ever dreamt that eve.
Just a tranquil night midst the frozen seas
The watching moon, a shooting star surpassed
The stately state of the icebreaker trees
The only proof the winters ever passed.
Deeper into the flourescent forest
As I battled back a forbidden sense
Some ways further, well far enough I guessed
Almost lost in the drifts and monuments.
There in the white sky that blue cloud fluttered
There it fluttered and declared itself aglow
I laughed, we laughed, and we never wilted.
As the winds went blustering by that eve
Again I could not stay, only God knew
As I wandered back, forgetting the leave
And then I remembered, the snows dream too.
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