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.