Snow

Off-white is my color On this time of the day When darkness swallows me And I illuminate Through Its gossamer skin. As soon as my purity Slumps Onto the ground, It falls off - but not by my fault: Children love to slide down my back And the sad ones Hate to feel my cold presence. But I bring the warmness although I seem Cold. After they've had my first embrace and Soft touch on the cheek, They've had enough of me. On this time of the night They want to get rid of me. Then I become even colder And leave with the promise That I will be back and this time It will be in a smooth and moony night Followed by a cold and tiresome morning Oblivious of benighted dreams coming true. Revelation of my purity. Your ephemeral merriment. You're cold again as i slide down your neck.