Snowflake Wine

snowflakes

touch the lips

melt into

a sweet liquid

windy streets

& icy sidewalks --

a winter backdrop

tunes forgotten

are heard again

and we walk through

the strangest city

where all ages

are mingled

into a finest blend

stronger

than the memories

that still fill your mind

but as the snowflakes

are melting

on your lips

you start to forget

long gone ghosts

never will disturb

your dreams

no,

they will not

not until the dawn

of tomorrow

bringing light

and forgiveness

dreams

reflecting sunshine

and warmth

walk the streets

float above the ice

drink the sweet potion,

this sweet

snowflake wine