Snow

January 2020, Traverse City

January 2020, Traverse City

Why? I followed a lost boy;

I do not know.

Right behind him, I followed; Tracing prints in the snow.

Blinded by its beauty;

And white crystal coating, there was no way of knowing,

Just how far we were going.

A lost boy running; is not lost at all.

This I now know.

When I finally looked up;

He was nowhere to be seen.

No prints but my own; surrounded me.

I then realized just how lost; I had become.

Chasing prints in the snow, blinded by the glimmering sun.

Where did he go? I do not know.

Though if I held on; lost in snow, Iā€™d forever be.

And no one worthy of me; would ever ask for such a thing.

I found myself; looking for me.

Centered in light; deep in white.

No longer chasing, what had never been.

Lost boy, wherever you are;

When you too, find yourself in the light.

My home is open to you; any night.

And once again, you can meet me in the snow;

Knowing exactly how far; we then could go.

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