as I walked the night

needing some place warm to go

as she passed I said,

"hey there is snowflakes on your lashes"

and she laughed and said,

"that isn't snow..."

she said, "they're feathers from a pillow

god is shaking in the sky".

and she oppened smiling lips

to catch a snowflake blowing by.

and we both began to laugh

and then I looked into her eyes,

and it was warm again...