Snow Dance

In silence, a gentle flake awakes,
it sighs in the void, brushing unseen air,
a white whisper that time cannot contain,
in the secret flowing of an instant that fades away.
Light as a dream, it traverses the ages,
a faint caress upon a voiceless heart,
it is lost within the folds of the silent cosmos,
leaving behind a fragment of pure hidden magic.
A hidden ballet within the world’s soft breath,
invincible, elusive, fragile like the quiet,
its unseen rhythm dances without cease,
and in the heart of the snow, all things fall silent and transform.
So the flake dissolves, unseen yet still alive,
in the secret dialogue between air and eternity,
a melody suspended ’tween the past and present,
which whispers that even the void can be a dance.