Snow Will Follow

Does a snow flake flow upstream at midnight With a mountain waterfall so vertically up Is the moon blotted out by storm clouds mounting While some insignificant ice thing melts On such evenings as this where shadows thrive Given the lack of light and evidence given Who is to say what is or isn’t What gives credence to a crystalline Frozen then gone in an instance Snow blends in, transforms the darkness Merges with so many droplets at a cost Flowing soft but hard against the rocks Where tears hide by muffled sounds inside Waterfalls crash but never cry Is this how life and love begins Forming midnight on a mission While another snow flake falls Goes missing with the others lost