Breath of Snow
each flake is
a message
dreams numbered and ordered
until they fall into chaos
if the facts wouldn’t melt away
and I could hold proof
of the year that passed
in my waiting hand
the biding of time
the unbidden rhythms
that rise and fall like breath
I am trying to make
a rhythm like the snow
sixes
or sixes split into 2s and 3s
I can’t
because I have fallen outside the laws of
science and nature
I fall
and fail
and seek
a crystal from another galaxy
where the numbers shift into different forms
and I find the one
that was made for me
where I belong
unfallen
I like it !
Thanks, Melinda. I already found some words to take out. WHICH I LOVE. I love editing when I am successful at it.
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