the veil

there is a saying in what passes and it is not said. There is a variation of the music in your eyes. A quiet not ever humble, but awaiting thought of the potential closeness in a little corner, of a distant universe, of our minds. When our minds collapse, when our thoughts make up for words unspoken, when the symphony of business vocals, of ambition and laughter is wrapped in a veil to see, to keep, to guard inside. A veil that hides nothing else but closeness. 

Dancing in the snow

List of things that pass bye: A mirror in the snow, a smile that says i know you, a good conversation, the quiet remembering of a possible limited future, if you dare, if I dare. If you want, if. Some ifs are complicated. Some ifs come with much more than just a dare. Some ifs make my heart run faster, my dreams become blue and white and a bit of snow. It is in the snow where our dreams may have met, or may not ever do. It is what it is. Without not being the ifs of the story. And the ifs have always a beginning and an end. In the middle only emotion. That some of us claim not to possess. So let's dance in the snow, emotion (less).