You were a wish fulfilled that I still tried to redeem.
My heart was pressed against the glass,
Arrested by flashing lights and frozen ground
As you laid your landscape atop feathered ice
And I mapped our stories on a childish gamble.
Piercing eyes made muscles relax around what had been grasped,
And how I spoke too softly when I should have left quietly
To let sunlight scatter across inviting desert oceans.
Verbal contact became the underlining of gentle rays
That made sullen snowflakes jewel beneath a dying sun.
But amongst your fervent colors adorned in modesty
It melted all too quickly into studies of case,
Into uncapturable beauty and effervescent grace,
How sweet the sound,
How sweet the sound.