I've never seen the world more beautiful
than when it was covered in snow,
glowing like the heavens
beneath the shining moon.
When the snow comes down
it makes no sound but the sound
of an angel's sighing.
Can you say this isn't real?
It's not a dream that I'm seeing here.
It would be a dream if I could live
inside that moment,
and run along side the shining unicorn.
But instead I watch as the sun
melts her color into green.

-thoris