Courage,
fringed with insanity,
caused you to join the fray,
plucked from the depths
of sleep in the new moon.
I heard you shudder
as the swirl took
you higher,
twisting flakes
lifting you into
the inky sky.
I waited in the new snow,
straining to see you
gently floating
down to earth beside me.
We lay in the fresh blanket,
making snow angels
and watching the
stars appear
one by one,
marking the end
of tumult.
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