Snow falling quietly
covering all around.
Lives hidden from the world
beneath a blanket of down.
By firelight,
laying on the floor
tracing shadows and patterns
of two becoming one.
Could these shadow figures stand
in the brightness of love?
. . .or doomed to darkness groping;
stealing moments from heaven above.
The candles burn
closer to the base.
Turning to look
deeper into your face.
Did you come to save me;
turn my life around?
Do I absorb your sorrow?
Something alive you have found.
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