Snow

Walking thru the snow I felt a thump,
Deep down my being, a gratifying one.
It was just a thought of a time,
You bumped into me, without a sign.

Strange thoughts keep deterring me,
Many of them, silly as a bee.
Too subtle to believe in me,
Now dreams appear too real to see.

Love is a need to nurture spirit within,
Few storms appear too calm to be seen.
Eyes define the glory of the depths,
Love has been stronger than death.

Each moment now seems to become an age,
It’s so calm like I’ve become a sage.
Words flow out like the berry scent,
Pain has been now effectively dealt.