Crystal Canticle

Fall softly, wee one, here ... fall softly to your repose, drift the dark like a feather! You are perfection, defined, utterly and sublimely unique, your Nascency like no other! Oh, countless of your kind - yes, only the stars themselves can avail your plenitude, yet so exquisitely 'sui generis'! Fiery, Brilliant, prismatic, birthed in perfectly chiseled features ... dancing, soaring, fanciful, true! You wink at me, flirting coyly, (as others, but you're mine!) ... I draw closer with every flutter, clouds parting just enough for the moon to peek through, as if they know how beautiful you are, and how shameful That such as you should die unseen in the night ... alone. But alas, it is my love for you that seals your fate, and this long, dark, immaculate dance - Your life's embers and intent - comes gently to rest in my palm, and there, in the warmth of my glove, you die ... silently, tenderly, beautifully perfect ... Snowflake. ~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Strand Choice T, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor. ~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Embers And Snowflakes" Poetry Contest, Anthony Slausen, Judge & Sponsor.