Healing Snowflake

A snowflake gently drifts in a silent night,
Resurrecting the unconditional joy that dies with youth.
Nostalgia comes to bear upon this aging soul,
Bringing forth a teardrop filled with desperate hope.
A hope that is strengthened with each new crystal snowflake.
Hope - that the Christmas Spirit survived, hidden in my heart.

Turning back the clock that is my heart.
With glints of moonlight through the winters night,
Surviving in the cold - that delicate snowflake
Instills the joy I held within my youth.
I hold my breath and allow the hope
So I might lock this moment in my soul.

For I fear there is no other soul
To find the joy and hold it in their heart.
If others feel this - one can only hope
That snowflakes can find others in the night.
That a generation far from youth
can find the magic in a snowflake.

It is amazing that the tiniest snowflake
Can influence the infinite human soul
Transport the weary aged back to youth.
Turn back time, revive a tired heart.
A memory sings sweetly in the night
filling the world with awe and hope

Not far behind is faith, faith follows hope
Moving mountains with a single snowflake
A miracle that brings man from the night
Mere memories of his childish soul
That lay buried somewhere in his heart
The blinding faith once held only by youth

Faith kept sacred and disguised as youth
Reinvents its self and becomes hope,
Emerging from an overflowing heart
Provoked by the memory of a snowflake
Experienced by that wide-eyed soul
So long ago in a winter’s night.

On a night like this, the elder and the youth
A single soul linked by faith and hope
Let a snowflake mend the human heart

ID: 1629410   (Rated: E) The Sestina Form Explained  A basic, easy to understand outline of the Sestina form of poetry. by Scott Kuttner (Bronx)