looking up

The snow is falling, as am I
In love with the concept of love
Slicing through the past
I cannot see a single wrong turn, mistake
Or regret

We are all walking, slightly broken, our healing
Constant; in flesh and ether
Our reflections disjointed till we own them and decide
For no other reason than we can, to settle in
Give our hearts the hand we want to hold

Beneath the snow lays the limitlessness you
Have longed to lead you home