Snow Flake Each One Sought

From the slope off the graceful mountain she is always the hand that never closes falling it is from without solid form is now white cold filled thirst falling falling is voices crying darkly more than the flakes of all cistern's I am of he made doomed is souls hades in made asking of me burning souls remade image of slain flakes snow to lay stained all to know hurriedly I turn to go lest I melt in a pool as that of none few ever come back except one. Happy birthday Daughter of six....16 april 2009