Watching Forever

The cool bed winter's snow
rests me in the place
between the trees
where
the sky
is ever so black and
the phrase
forever
has tangible meaning. Soft, warm
clothes
keep the chill at bay
so that tinsel
stars
can be watched as they
float
across the inked
sky
with it's fine line
about the
beaming
glow of the
rounded moon
who is making the
snow a
very
cool
blue.
Hushed air moves and timely
breaths
reverently
respectful
of the stained glass
reminder of
mortality
which slowly seeps in during
communion
with That just
beyond sight just
beyond forever.