Amid the falling snow

How I remember sleepless nights
When we would read by candlelight,
And on the windowpane outside
A new world made of snow.

I close my window to the night.
I leave the sky her tears of white.
And all is lit by candlelight
Amid the falling snow.

 

The silence of a winter's night
Brings memories I hold inside;
Remembering a blue moonlight
Upon the fallen snow.

 

A million feathers falling down,
A million stars that touch the ground,
So many secrets to be found
Amid the falling snow.

How i remember that fateful night,

when that snow was put alight,

mother, father, brother, they're alright,

lying on the snow.

 

I open my eyes, wide with fright,

i leave that candle to its flames so bright,

i'm stuck inside this house alight,

Amid the melting snow.

Reviews

[Kestrova]

Another incredibly written piece and the ending only proves that further. Tragic, but very beautiful. I guess a lot of great poetry is such a way.
The rhyme scheme and repetition works remarkably well together and creates an undisturbed flow, making this a wonderful read!