Here, it is
snowing
in my heart
great big flakes of remembrance
your laughter
like lace
traced upon
a midnight
fragile as the memory
(that it is)
I hold you still
in this moment
you are
so
alive
unwilling to let
the moment
die
always you are laughing
somewhere in my heart
your frosted laughter
so alive
always it is snowing
somewhere in my heart
where your death
cannot touch you.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/always-it-is-snowing-in-my-heart/
