Snow, hey oh, drift through my sleepless veins,
white static dances on the tongue of dawn;
your whisper loops like a vinyl prayer,
scratching silver halos in the frost of my chest.
I chase the echo barefoot, leaving heat-shaped ghosts
melting into the hush between heartbeats.
Come, dissolve the iron night—
let every flake be a syllable of your name,
falling, falling, until even the silence
shivers in color.