Snowflakes

Thank you for


Giving me your Eyes.

I see you only in the worst places

And it’s good.

Because right now

It’s Snow

That’s the thing I’m thankful for

Yes, even the nerves on frozen fire.

Pile me up in true White

Because you can see the Angels dancing.

And when I die,

Bury me in a place where

I grow like roots

A place where

I see the sky and the dancing Angels.

Even if they don’t see with my eyes,

With your Eyes,

The thing is

They see.