spilling into space where a billion light years <br />yearned for understanding <br />but not possible, the tender mind <br />too fragile to witness even ordinary death <br />without that famous promise <br />but more than grains of sand or leaves <br />these stars burning and burning <br />into a final bit of frozen dust drifting <br />all this before souls wept <br />and I never could believe that either <br />as a gust of wind blasted out of the North. <br />I felt cold. <br />It would snow here <br />long before it ever snowed in Brooklyn.<br /><br />Charles Chaim Wax<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-drifted-through-heaps-of-white-stars/
