The moon casts her glow like a silver path
On the gleaming snow where twinkling stars laugh
As down from the sky, in wavering strains
Drifts the melody of warmer refrains
A snowflake spirals to the tip of my tongue
I taste it and smile; for a moment I am young
And I reach; reach up to the starry clime
But I cannot touch the passage of time
Or the pieces of you that have slipped away
Into the blue of yesterday
Janet~
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