So soft and silent and yet a need
caught inexorably inside where moments
lead to miracles and intercede with my mind,
they confide in me their secrets as snowflakes
fall around outside, crystal seeds that foster dreams,
a wonder that only nature can nurture and provide.

a touch upon the faded glass, a kiss of clarity
against the fog cast against the placid surface
where my warmth granted me charity,
viewing once more the falling of my fellow dreamers
on a pathway of white, blending in that blinding space,
but in that pain above the pane, a hint of power and grace.