Papillon ~ Snow Angel ~

The avenue's wide open
Streetlamps caress you in their glow
I watch you twirl in their embrace

Are you not cold? I'm yours to hold, come close to me
I watch you spin, atop a mirror
As the world ends you spin, little doll
I still feel your breath in those seconds between
Closing my eyes and falling asleep
I'm on my back next to you
There's jasmine in bloom
And our fingers intertwined

A sky full of diamonds, so precious and clean
Each star that you wish on is just out of reach

The wind begins to sing high in the trees tonight
A melody so cold–
A doorway hangs open
You wear the sad dress of the Moon and snow
Two shining lines run down your face
Are you not cold my dear? I'm still yours to hold, come here to me
Watch you spin, the sky turns silver
I think I hear a whisper of spring
I hold my breath, till it slips out of me
You created such beautiful things
Before sadness consumed the magic that bloomed
Deep within your lovely mind
Snow-covered branches at the top of the trees–
Just like skeletal fingers beckoning me
To relinquish everything into that freezing white
I spread my wings so wide
(Of sadness I cannot speak, for fear of it swallowing me)