Sugar Into Snow

I spin it out,
this tapestry of thought,
and swear it's sugar into snow -
Abstracted bits of memory like starlight caught
in the flame of magnification.
No more, this sediment of
smuggled bliss,
But rather time slowed
down to the sound of dusky
shadows of the stolen day.
I'll look to you then,
as you were - as you seemed,
painting my feelings
with this pen
and placing them on this canvas
with all the delicacy
of the poet
finding saints in the snowdrifts.