Soft white blanket over the Earth.
Laying in bed at night,
Knowing I'll dream of her.
I gaze outside the small circular window
At a small icicle.
Before I realize what I have done,
I see her again:
Softly, she lifts a single finger,
And touching the icicle from the inside,
A droplet of water falls from the ice,
And I drift to sleep.