With fading lights the jingles rose, alone he ran  towards the hearth He catched the snow palms flexed, heart soft. A snowflake with million curves rested, unaware He cared for it, adored  its perfect symmetries until all of it dissolved Into all of him. He screamed louder  than humans are  able to hear His body, too frail  to be visible on the  spectrum.  He cried tears enough to  soak his soul He loved. Oh, he  loved even more