almost on the edge 
       of       never 
snow not fall     here 
i can clearly feel
it                  several mountains away
                    beginning so high as to deny
                    the possibility of landing
                    because so much time is stretching
you can imagine it
in numerous valleys
chattering silence without knowing
                             being only snowflakes.
                                     if you travel to antiquity
                                        you can touch snow   in multiple
waiting for the magical essence when stillness occurs in an instant
                          sinking into the core
                                     of  every being
                until we are covered in a blanket of whiteness
                              feeling everyone
                              touching       everywhere
we are in the arms of peace
                         we are in the mind of alleluia 
                                              balanced upon amen
                                              waiting      to