Jack

He watches her candle
flit from window to window
and wonder what cares
cast her face in such shadow

the light from her flame
dancing in the lace of snow
drifting through the wind
snuggled to the earth below

Kisses ever cold
but so warmly he blows
they flutter on glass
and in her light glows

In the cold of the night
he waits and he knows
that her light will soon leave
and the darkness will grow

So he leaves her the moon
And his kisses of snow
To contemplate his love
in her silent tableau