The icing on top of us is snow
it coats our shoulders, hat and nose.
We are not alone, foreign to aliens
common to few.
We are not rain, nor a cloud full of scorn
we are dew.
Morning’s innocence we are holding dear the glimmer within.
White flags wave above us
I chose you, to carry my love around
Well, I must be vain and stubborn still
to believe I contributed to our fate
I still claim I called you mine and
mine you’ve become.
neither does the moon choose to be a mirror
the sun never complied to be the fire
we all just are.
therefore you are
therefore I am
a single, simple melody
a besung script
but I shall not skip the ornament of chance
I will not spoil our tale with stories of greater things
because we are what this is
we should love things
by which we are not missed.