The snow is falling and melting
Soon I’ll sleep and meet a star
That never melts or hides
Soon I’ll drift on a wind
That shakes a willow tree
That never ceases to caress me
Soon I’ll be traveling further
Then I’ve ever been or dreamed
Soon I’ll be a petal falling…
Into a crystal lake of blue ice
What more my “love”
Could I ask? Could I ask?
Could I ask of you?
Mark Heathcote
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-snow-is-falling/
