Chip of a Snowflake

In the dead of night not a soul out here
The moon
The silence
Just the frozen ground cracking underneath my feet
My breath
Warming steam
The thought weighs
less than the chip of a snowflake
less than the chip of a snowflake
It is the feeling
It nurtures
It kills me
Down from heaven snow gently falls
So white
and pure
I lay my body down spread my arms out open
Become one
with my surroundings
The thought weighs
less than the chip of a snowflake
less than the chip of a snowflake
It is the feeling
It nurtures
The thought weighs
less than the chip of a snowflake
less than the chip of a snowflake
It is the feeling
It nurtures
That kills me
That kills me
That kills me
That kills me
(when will I ever learn?)