Under Stellar Light & Other Poems

Snowflakes

Snowflakes float into your lap in the soaring wind,
Like the wishes of your friends residing deep within
Your sighs and exaltations as you plough languidly through
Hours and strides into your bleak day's rendezvous

With a crimson dove as it calls your dream of stone,
As if your name it beckoned, a reality perhaps your own,
As the moon in your sight swiveled into your periphery
And revealed a page out of a book encasing a lily

Inside its leaves, sheathed from your lustful gaze,
An opaque luminescence in the pale recumbent haze,
Like a dancing halo hovering above the crimson dove,
As you behold this silent cacophony in awe.

Snowflakes rest upon your feet as you sit unmoving,
Like the blessings of those within your mind's fuzzy din
Urging you to raise your fading voice and ask,
"What, mystical crimson dove, here be your task?"

And you do as the around you whisper you to
But it was only meant to be a mute rendezvous;
As the moonlight fades away and you are all alone
And as you raise your hand to wave, the face is gone.

All you see is your own face in the night sky,
And the stars shine - many million years shy
Through the fading haze and your halcyon dream
As you swim high nowhere past an indiscernible gleam,

That hides all your fantastical fancy and your destiny,
As you in weariness reflect upon your futile reverie,
And snowflakes douse your ethereal vision as you slip
Into your reality's jaded sleep - where you reside deep within.