Snow Angel (Poetry)

Out of the white, trailing starlight
swift as a comet glowing flame
pure as a crystal, pale in the chill night
light as a feather, down you came.

There on the lawn, snow still falling
you waited, turned your perfect face
blue eyes searching, your sweet voice calling
soft with longing, tinged with grace.

Who did you seek in our garden —
some precious soul lost in the storm ?
while all around ice needles hardened
grass glinting frozen. Nothing warm.

You looked around — caught me staring
entranced by what I thought I saw —
old world magick dreamtime-sharing
touching deep as none before.

Oh, how you smiled, wise with knowing
then fading, vanished from my sight.
No footprints left — not one clue showing
you’d ever stood there, carved from light.

Now, when the snow weaves its curtain
I scan each flake for the divine —
a frosted message proof for certain
the soul you reached for then was mine.