A sky poem in progress….as we all are, i suppose. (Poetry in Winter makes sense and helps us all along…)

Our names, were already whispered by the Sky!

What do you think dear
should we fear the falling stars of now, the political crises crescendoing hourly, instantly rising and falling, frictioning
and fictioning in and out of time… or reach towards another type of timeless Star, latch onto to this one particular One and live there forever or,
until morning comes from afar.
At least,
Like the wise men, we must look up to know;
until the glow finds us finally laughing back at it, we hook up to know here, tonight,
the falling snow and, us waiting (one or the other, and sometimes both) breaks the fire from our bones, and breaks us, into fire; and all our fears, year after year
Melt into a face, like fireworks, which we already know.
Our names were already whispered here
Written now in snow…
and we are just sky writing here
or watchers, gazing upwards through snow at stars
we already are…
we are tethered on a higher star than today’s
friend. We must lasso that Star to aid these falling ones…
at least we can do that while staring at the skies tonight.
My forever Love. For, our names have already been
Whispered tonight, and clearly written in Snow.
So we know.