To Be a Shadow on the Snow

The wind has calmed — my worries drift away, And thoughts align in quiet, gentle rows. Now you must walk a path so far astray — Will you return? God only knows. I’ve let you go, my dear, so long ago, Yet still my heart is wrapped in silent shade. The thought of meeting sets my soul aglow, It lights a flame that time has not decayed. Your face within my hands — it’s not a dream, More real than those who walk and breathe today. Between us threads of golden starlight gleam, They wove through night and never lost their way. No mortal love could bear such depth and grace — You are my angel fallen from above. I’d wait for you through time and empty space, If just to see you vanish after love. Your warmth surrounds the silence in my chest, With you, no words are needed, none at all. I fear that speech might break this sacred rest, Yet still, I let this quiet feeling fall. Without you, sounds lose meaning, skies their hue. Will you return? Or must I let you go? To kiss your hands — divinely shaped and true — And be your shadow on the snow.