Beneath the Snow, the soft white blanket
set to nurture a coming spring; I feel a purpose
beyond the tranquil scene; a relative of memory.
When feelings hover over thoughts
like Angels in the dream of life,
they whisper wisdoms and pour honey.
The world seems more meaningful and sweeter
without a needed reason, like the child
with sugar under tongue, a smile glows.
It is a feeling, like Mother’s soft kiss,
a brothers strong arm on shoulder,
a lover’s hands on my face;
and in the faint draft from
their faultless wings, the
breath in my teacup floats like a cloud.
I am on a road passing through
fog so dense-- no one can see,
and yet I go firmly and on faith
that the path will not bend,
that no obstacle will arise.
For I am already bound in folds
of love…
on the other side.
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