Snowflake Eyes

IF my eyes could only capture
each second of what I see
if only that picture can record
the scent surrounding me -
  pineapples, peaches and grapes
wine drops that moisten my lips;
Grasping in breathing spell-

as I open the window
  and gaze outside
  cold breeze went within
as the clouds weep in agony
  every drop shouts your name
  the hot breeze cling to my veins
as my windowpane dream
  of snowstorms
  and hale.

I closed my thoughts
I fell unknowingly
the sensation of dropping
a split second gone to infinity

I float with arms wide open
and the air embracing me
fall from skyscrapers
 I drop
  I fall
   I smither
    I burst -
 into innumerable molecules
as a snowflake i become
an open hand catches me
and I melt with the heat of his palm
 becoming one with the skin
  absorbing,
   obliterating.

If only i could be
  a snowflake -
in a standstill
in a still frame.