The snow came down today in great piles and filled the driveway with white softness.

The wind’s urgent whisper blew white mist against the window.

I thought of you standing in your room, watching,

a fog of breath breathed against the frozen glass.

You gaze at wet blank flakes drifting down on

empty streets, the nimbus of the snow forming fat lights around the lamposts.

Perhaps you dream of me in my own warm house staring at Bayshore’s neon signs.

I am alone and lost in reflexion.

Above the clouds, the galaxy of white stars is spread across the blackness where, on some distant shore,

A being wonders if others see the sky

And two such as us

can live and love on a far off rock around the sun.