on a sweeter note

I keep trying to pin it down,

but my feelings are never quite the same.

Refractions of smiles, words, touches, gasps

held up to the light and spun;

Our love shoots out in

snowflakes, blooms, trapezoids, stars.

I keep searching for meaning

in smoke, mirrors and bits of broken glass

but in the end, I only find myself

better than before.