WHERE?
When snowflakes dance beneath the streetlamp’s golden glow,
and will grows faint within the mind’s unending flow,
through depths of silence, bare of any footstep’s sound—
where
has vanished all the strength that daylight once had found?
How thought attunes itself to emptiness so wide,
as shards of cold in whitened darkness swirl and slide;
and frost creeps in—there’s suddenly no aim, no lair,
where,
but just the truth to take, and quietly to bear.
Still every tear of winter, falling without cry,
descends in gentleness to join the drift piled high;
and even then, what could a snowflake’s wish declare?
Where
would it desire to be? All ends await it there.
Perhaps on breath of wind it’s borne to nowhere clear,
a moment lone, then joined, by chance collision near…
and life falls long across the wide world’s frozen air.
Where?
A moment—flown by time that measures what we share.
Author: Veron
