Epiphany

My love for snow and winter, and then it escalades...

White, light and puffy flakes of crystallized water

Slow and steady heading for the already snow covered ground
In the light of a street lamp I study these unique creations from the sky
My usually heavy heart is soothed by the air show displayed all around me
Gleaming like thousands of diamonds spread on a powdery cover
Tucking in the frozen nature while it drifts to a steady winter sleep
The footprints that I've made soon but a forgotten memory
Within the hidden shapes under the layers of snow from to be afar clouds.
Still is the night as I walk along the deserted street
Any sounds are softly muffled by the mingling crystals, whispering promises from above
Of a future not so bright, but tonight I couldn't care less about the approaching collapse.
Although the destruction is welcome in order to make new.
I reach the end of the road and turn to look back,
Red cheeks losing colour when I see the dark night sky suddenly close upon me,
Blowing a chilly breath on my exposed neck.
Moon and stars become visible as the clouds disperse before my eyes.
Reaching a mitten clad hand out I catch one of the last still falling flakes

I study its fragile structure while absently aware of the big dark creeping up behind me
When I turn again, to face the lurking shadow I'm found on the edge of the universe.
Where everything that has reached its potential end find a new beginning
It's an endless orbit and I'm overcome with a feeling of peace
The truth has been revealed, we are all almighty.
Just an inch away from total ruin and at the same time complete renascense
Always on the verge between death and life, never really on either side
The flake on my mitten now only tiny droplets of water about to get sucked up by the fabric
I stare in to the black nothingness and again I hear the whispering
My calling
Carefully I start leaning forward over the edge and soon let myself fall in to the abyss
It's like diving in to a black hole,
The last second of this concious mind has come when my final breath is drawn out of my lungs.
This is where I end and where I begin,
In the blinding white light I stop being a single mind and instead, for who knows how long I am everything and nothing.

Author's Note

I haven't been writing for a while, hope this is ok.
Thanks to Mike also.

Reviews

[Crow]

Profoundly beautiful imagery, with a slight twist.

I luv it.