A Snowy Morning.

Out of the dark nights lit only by shaded lamps and lusty candles I come into the whiteness that this day has brought. Where bodies once writhed in the luscious pain of the rhythms ;) and beads of sweat cooled the heat of passion, there is now a vision of utter calm.

The morning has brought a gentle veil of snow and a silence almost palpable hangs delicately poised on every branch, every cloud...every transient cloud of breath. All beings move as if in a dream and the dense coolness embraces the senses.
The sun awake now, lights around me the white expanses and if i search within i see myself lost in this white light.

Snowflakes fall...the atmosphere ideal for the existence of the most perfect flakes - starry flakes that cling to my eyelashes together with the dreams that have clung there for so many hours...

There is a song that when loosely translated says "that unfortunate thing called love; one never knows when it comes, when it goes...but it reamains just long enough to show you heaven" - odd that it should come to mind now!