The Winter Sky




The Winter Sky

The winter sky
shimmers with the flints
of the icy shards
falling with purpose.

The glint of them, love,
has you remembering
the long nights
in a sometime past.

Where and who you wonder,
shared the beauty,
sparking a million stars,
in a time not to be repeated?

It was a sometime
that forged the memory
in Pandora’s box with the locked clasp;
daring to be opened but only if you, too,
want to disappear

into that sometime past.

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