as i watch them
drifting down
these little crystals of light
that land in mountains
of winter magic
i am reminded
of his surly soul and angry spirit
raging against the world
that raw, open ache
he hides behind cold eyes
and how
the bridge was built between us
with a small smile and a gentle touch
a plank of wood
laid down across a couple of stones
precarious over the white waters of the ocean
that acts as the chasm
a simple peace offering
that is passable
if you are careful not to slip
-- lml dec 2008
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