He caught me, br The way children catch snowflakes br In the palm of their hands. br And for a moment, the world br Gave itself to the beautiful sort of silence br That accompanies snowstorms br As I dance-floated, fell br And melted into him. br He held me br As if welcoming me home br From a long journey, br The earth falling away beneath us br And the sky reaching down br To wrap us in br The pure white, perfect br Nothing-else of that moment. br The world disappeared br As we disappeared br Into the wonder, br Becoming in that instance br What we will never not be again. br If there was anything but him just then br I knew nothing of it br And I wanted... br Nothing more.