in blindness
knows
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.
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