The gentle morsels of white fill the air and throw into sharp relief the difference betwixt the world and what is pure.
Heaven sent crystals fill the space of thy next breath, makes one think they can simply reach out and hold this chill blanket to thy chest.
Tapestry of winters white expanse is painted on the sky with layers of white.
A frozen curtain of tears that drift across cool cheeks.
Tears not shed personally, yet tears that come from the loss the sky feels.
Shaken from the clouds to sprinkle a pale salt over stiff grass tendrils.
A gray sky that hovers over heads to pillow the impact when everything comes down.
And shoulders are a little more laid upon, almost like this is a cross to bare, with either smile or despair.
Embrace this white night, for it will only melt away, and leave a mash of trampled, dirty longing.
Foot prints and messy puddles that only show that when something beautiful is taken away that what is left is no longer something of thy desire.
This moment in time when thou looks to the ocean of cloud over thy head and know that in some way it's a part of a river of emotion that flows through the mechanics of creation.