Many hunt for you to capture.
I hunt for you to love us.
It snows whenever you leave me. With sunshine
you melt me every time you come. You
always leave me
in a storm and in a whisper. I could
know you in the mountains
splash with you the stream, if only
I’d find you swimming free.
Do tears freeze on your face
when leaving for mountain exile?
Next time you come to hide,
let us be rivers and
and meet in the ocean
where there is no snow.