in blindness

knows

I am

here

still.

the light

the brightness.

the circle

of stones.

this hush.

those that see

will always see

know

by instinct

all lasts.

nothing

here

need

be

lost

nor given

away.

we pass through

the gate

together

each wearing

silver crowns.

we dance

our winter’s dance.

we whisper

a holy secret.

they whisper

never

step on

a moon moth’s

wing.

we smile

we know

all

is purity

all

is radiance

all

is luminous.

each snowflake

melting

here

is precious.

never to be

seen

again.

and yet

never gone.

from Snow Star

martyn hesford. poet.

Martyn Hesford

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