only to be caressed by frosty wings
traveling in flock
my conscience as fussy as those
memories consumed into the past
as the horizon eats puffy clouds one by one.
frozen in snowman's land
Not a thought to thaw until
the celestial spring arrives.
the skyline of my inner eyelids
condensing gently into solid tears.
So I wipe away another day of common living
and give hope for yet more dreams to come.