“some of the waves of longing speak under a cover of new snow”
Silence.
Oppressive and yet
There is that shimmer.
The light,
Shining into your eyes
Off of the new snow
Like the light,
That shines into your eyes
When you look
At her.
Or him.
What's the difference?
It still hurts
All the same
Perhaps one
Is more acceptable.
But the longing?
It remain
Buried
Will it thaw someday?
Who will ever know?
For if they do,
They are not telling you.
And so you stand
Feet freezing in the snow
Light bright in your eyes
And you just admire
You admire the beauty
That you are lucky
To witness
And you survive
On that.
