I am watching the dancing winds

turn the tumbling diamonds

of snow.

Crystals of down

float to the earth.

Crystals turn to tears as they fall

onto panes of longing glass.

Glass that saps the warmth

from my outstretched palms.

The East winds breathe snowstorms

turning shadows of trees to ghosts

and I wonder where you are.

I cannot feel you moving.

I cannot hear your thoughts,

are you so lost again

to me?

I know that though your body

be where it may,

you are out on the hill,

wandering, alone

through dancing winds,

through turning, twisting,

beautiful, ice cold fragments

 of whispering snow.

I know you walk deeper

into the darkness

further than I know how to

let you be.

You walk alone across white acres

with no footprints.

Lost to me,

trying to lose yourself,

enclosed in the womb of another winter.

With every breath

I silently call out your name,

……. ……. …….

but nothing,

nothing.

My voice is taken by the dancing wind

and you are lost

beneath the frozen land.

You sleep

amid the moss- lined

covens of angels.

DebJ 02-01-10