Time Passes


Snowflakes lit by sunbeams

blowing gently,

fragile as shadows

making rainbows in the fiery light

then softening as the fire fades.

Becoming softer

for a time.


But time passes.


Catch them quickly in your hair 

they're already harder now,

even though the sun

is glistening still

bright as fire 

forging jewels,

crunchy crystals

shining harshly

like diamonds

while the sunlight lasts.


But time passes


It’s cooler now as

the light starts fading.

The surface is giving way to ice

losing it's warmth.

And we're skidding, 

sliding

beyond control.

slipping away,

blinded now by tears of ice.



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