Like a shooting star across the sands of time

your breath in the snow

trails like crystallized ice in a galaxy

lost in the world of far, far away

beyond the silence that is all roses.

Brief moments glisten in moist patches

of memory, fragments, shards,

jagged remnants of places and events.

How knowing is not really knowledge.

How tears are the only truth.

And in the silence of your blue eyes

your breath hovers

like blue hummingbirds in the desert,

a voice like rose petals on sandpaper

caught deep in a wet, raspy throat.

You laugh, stars sigh, gravity shifts.

In a threatening distance of grey

the first few hesitant flakes begin their descent

unaware of how far I have already fell,

melting as I hold your hand, forever.