Winter is fast approaching

as we play in its white blanket

I think this is what brought us together

you and I.

It is now a late night of December,

and from the precursor I have changed so much.

The other day you seemed to glow

as if an angel had touched you

and I swore that I saw a halo around your head

and starlets in your eyes.

At times I wonder if it was not mere coincidence

that you call yourself a Gift?

Because that is what you are.

In my wildest dreams I have never imagined

that I would come across a God like you.

Your cherubic hands still hold mine long after we let go

and the same song of loneliness plays as I look at Luna

wondering if you are looking at her, too

Forlorn and waiting.

Since the second half of Virgo Month,

till now, Sagittarius,

we were bound together by the snow.

The effects of Libra are still surrounding us

like the ghosts we pass through

and the ghosts that pass us

Last month we were hit by the blue winds

and Venus seemed to have planned this;

her tool, this Love magic,

the sheer impact of its powers,

renders us scared and vulnerable

under Luna's watchful eye.

As this year reaches its end,

I fear that soon the weight

of the world on our shoulders shall

falter and we fall wingless.

But now, as December takes its first breaths in true form,

my hands search for yours to take away the fear

and to rattle your soul with the energies of my army of butterflies.

every time I see you in my mind,

your eyes greet me with the same longing of my own

asking, pleading, "when will I see you again

and how long until you stay?"

as the rest of the world turns into ice, we walk to each other,

soon running, and surrender as Venus's puppets

and soon no heaven can save us.

we are slaves to love in the wintertime

and our souls are falling from their posts.

we sit down under the shady trees in the snow

looking up to Luna as she gazes back at us

whispering ever so slightly,

"God bless."

I look to you under the blue light,

move slowly closer in your arms

and fall prisoner not to Venus,

but instead to the most romantic music in the world.

As red rose petals fall from the Heavens,

thousands of angels surround us and sing

"God bless."

Come morningtime, there is still snow

but there is also just you and I

in the Garden of Eden,

still asleep.

As I awaken from my own bed in the morningtime,

feeling like it has all slipped away,

I remember your eyes like the oceans of my memories

and soon I leave my house out into the snow

seeking you, and sleepily I walk towards you, and we lay down

by the sycamore tree,

and share warmth and take advantage of the incoming snow.