a perfect snowglobe

Love 

quietly stands in a memory

like a letter written in the universe.

I miss you;

i miss your half smile in an icelnadic winter snow.

So  long ago,

before tourists changed reality,

before  modernity grabbed the streets and ripped the past apart,

before the world chased the sea away and sold iceland to the highest bidder.

Before the seals left in a depth of sadness

and sighed knowing their world was forever gone.

before dreams became shallow and tourists were far and few between;

knowing it was not so long ago to me.

On the hills between forever and love,

you stood there in your black wool coat challenging the sky and the wind.

Time would stand still when i saw your eyes;

everything forgotton but that moment frozen in a timeline;

a simple gaze that stopped everything surrounding the place we stood;

a love that was  protected within a snowglobe of stardust.

I miss you upon the  letters I write upon my keyboard or the music I create;

poems that  form complicated strings across  the timeline into connections of  a universe 

challenging the physics of highways of time.

And. in that moment,

in the winter's ray of light that runs to the grey of the sky,

I see you following my thoughts in footsteps within a perfect snowglobe.