When stars fell cold <br />Like chunks of ice out of a fatal sky, <br />We memorized the hoar frost on gray roofs <br />And slanted thoughts to fit time's westward curve. <br /> <br />Air smelled of snow, <br />That holocaust that killed all whispers white. <br />I felt the poem that you never said. <br />Its candle lit the stanzas of my mind.<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-stanzas-of-my-mind/
