It is dark, the sky before snow falls

It is dark, the sky before snow falls
I ask, "What does a snowflake taste?"

Sorrow answers, "Sweeter than my tears"
Happiness replies, "Lighter than my footprints."
Desire thinks, “Maybe, Love takes this shape, but I will wait and see."

. . .

You smile, "Taste it for yourself. No one . . . no one . . . can answer for you.”

Snow keeps falling
& falls into some white dream

:2007