Snowflakes

Like snowflakes my memories are:

Round, solid masses of crystalline beauty,

Unscathed, wholesome travellers

Of the capricious time lane.

Like snowflakes they are beautiful,

Together, each one of them splendidly

Adorning my arena of sentiment,

Ever since I could decipher my whirlwind thoughts - cherishing kisses

and imprinting kind verses as I

abated my reproachable self.

These snowflakes, these dreamlike memories of timeless frames

captured and nourished with such care

Are so very dear to my wandering mind,

Such precision, such care, such fear

These lovelies command of me!

For should I touch one with a delicate pinky

It'll crumble to a flowing trickle,

Seeping away from between my fingers,

Diffusing amongst the tears of my sobbing soul.

Or should I ignore my treasured flakes,

And should they abandon me,

Flying off to faraway lands where memory

Fails to redeem itself. Thence,

I shall be left sans a past,

Sans an identity.

Such are my memories of home,

Of love, of misery, of envy,

Of life.

And I must surely cling to them

Like the winds of winter

Caressing their snowflakes

Caring enough to let them pass,

but not enough

To lose them forever,

For that indeed shall be my end.