The isicle above me
Is a mountainful of you
Water falls from your hands
Wonder how it snows without you
A miracle is forming
In a bottle of love
Disappears in your tips
Let it flow to the sky above
Levitate below us
Healing all that you see
Routine creation
Of a snowflake that you call"me"
The sun is out to hide us
Fight it off if you can
Rest in my arms
Let the wind take your place