Song For The Snow Flakes Poem by Agatha Eliza

snow flakes descend the sky like garlands
of shooting stars, dusty and dazzling,
and silver traces mark their cosmic path
which ends in the palms of my hands.

a frozen moment in silent time, we witness
the majestic advent of winter's reign,
a land covered fast with its unreal flow
as chimed flight of hungry sparrow.

cursed by a yellow glimming pouring flame
in whose unspoken name, new dream came,
to avoid the powerful wind that arrives
rising chains of white butterflies.

blue ink splashed the rancid starry night
as tuneless music in a grieving heart,
in somber graveyard, roams a lonely wolf
allured by the paleness of the moon.

I know! it may all seem scary for the start
but nocturnal vision is a part of art,
even when pain refuses to leave the mind
creation makes the reality go blind.