On a white night

I lay awake in my bed as the first flakes of snow
fell on my neck.
Windows and walls were closing
opening eyes to the world from which you came.

We spun a web, with light from the moon and shadows of darkened paths,
held in time as tales of an ocean never revealing depths.

I was alone inside my head.
You were a rose in winter's breath.
We were the stones from ancient steps
breaking free and tumbling fast.

Caught in the wind was a snow covered rose on a fence
you stopped to hold
within your eyes a treasure
glistening white winter light on hidden roads.

We spun a web, with light from the moon and shadows of darkened paths,
held in time as tales of an ocean never revealing depths.

On a white night

I was alone inside my head.
You were a rose in winter's breath.
We were the stones from ancient steps
breaking free and tumbling fast

on a white night.