The snow falls upon the needles of green,
soft, silent, patient.
But beneath the tranquility, secrets lie unseen,
unknown, deep, precious.
Your temper was a surprise,
though not in it's ferocity.
I had yet to realize,
what you would mean to me.
An owl takes to flight,
it's cold sleep disturbed.
Passage of man in the night,
silent, without word.
When you gave me your name,
I did not believe you.
And now, within my shame,
I know the truth.
And above man, in the midnight sky,
dark wings reach in icy wind.
Blue feathers, blue eyes cry,
a progress, halting, pained.
You were so different,
not like anything I knew.
With a luck god-sent,
and a heart seemingly untrue.
A white shadow glides above the frost,
flesh, heart, and mind heavy.
Blue eyes seeing all known and lost,
not quite hiding the soul within.