The candle burns, its feeble flame,
Its omnilight,
Irradiates and draws the circle
Of my sight.


I close my eyes, imagination reigns
My soul.
White naked fields and unleashed thoughts
Without control.


Words wrapped in snow, like bullets fly
-Emotions blog.
I crumple snow and throw it back, in
Snowball dialogue.


Some hit me bad, the back is bruised
Patchwork of scars,
Some tenderly caress my face,
Raise up to stars.


The fight is hot, I must agree,
but are the snowballs
meant for me??
Is there somewhere, behind the scene
The Snowball Queen
That I can't see??


The snowball's fast,
Not built to last.
Now it is here
And now it's passed.
And words - they also melt like snow
That's why I really do not know
- Which to believe
And which to throw.


The mesmerizing couples' show
All around
They murmur words, they don't need snow
To be bound..

Barriers to pass - a race
They arrange..
And in my life why does it have
To be so strange??


Now flowers blossom in your heart
Too warm and calm for the snow
At what retreat did you by night
Soothe your soul?


The snowflake tear -
On my palm:


Is it your heart?
Your game?
Your scheme?
Some odd drevenge?
Or honest dream?

It is so hard for me to deem...


P.S.

The snowflake tears -
Your face embossed
So many more
Hot, salty, tossed..

...

And for yourself you are
A treasure!
Too dear to share,
Too posh to touch,
Too good
To measure...