A Little Poetry

They danced around us
as thousands of snowflakes,
uniform in shape,
but bursting inside
as seperate souls.
We were yearning
for an eternity in the snow
that built up around us.
Thousands of miles
of endless
white.
Thousands of moments
of endless
words
that spoke like prophets
to the winds
of desperation.
These were the winters
that held our hearts
and felt our hurt.
These were the seasons
of renewal in death.
These moments,
These hours, these days, these weeks,
months,
and years were ours.
And we were one in
the silence of
white.