be

flakes of white cotton float
across the boarders of hope
light as feathers
distant as you
stares of silver stars freeze
through the universe of north
cold as ice
poignant as my dream
the sound of pastures
seemed yesterday
being hummed by crickets
crimson cherries lay
round and round
the corner of golden trees
the burden of life and death
love and loss should never
be
the hindrance of everlasting sweets