A snowflake blowing in the wind

A young man being travelling under the wintry sky
The songs of a foreign world
Landing and kissing the lips
Of someone who was expecting nothing of this sort.

An idea.
Rare and complete,
In full bloom,
Premature.
For the bright days of spring have yet to gift this idea life
But it sticks still
Deep in the mind
Of the unwary young man.
An idea,
Individual and unique
Much like the snow that falls.

The stars whisper secrets of the universe
To comfort his premature feelings.
Ahead of his time,
Aged beyond years.
Catching snowflakes meant for someone else.

Paolo Driussi.