my longing gaze
out the speck of light
in this vacuum
faces
obscured
a blanket of despair
draped snugly
on their shoulders
reflections
stare back
as the white dust flutters down
in an endless storm
cherry blossoms will bloom
at the end of the raging snowstorm
but for now
the endless winter
stares back at me
with its shadowy face
taunting me
and the small speck of light
begins to fade
