We floated in a cold, dark no place
to watch the light being born.
You took my hand;
pulled me from the fire
as truth broke loose.
We learned what we learned
language in light.
On Earth, falling snow covered our souls.
There is always a slight chill in paradise.
And that’s how the story unfolds.
We don't know why it happens
but it is so very much fun.
Sometimes we stand in a storm hoping to get hit by lightning
but, since we don’t know statistics,
end up only soaked and unluminated.
Tonight, we’ll watch the stars
as though we don’t belong there.
Our body heat will melt the snowflakes
while the truth keeps breaking loose.