excerpts from the fog-slicked road

I cannot comprehend how hoarfrost lies upon the lane,
but I hear tiny, high-pitched voices sing inside the smokey freeze...
I see ethereal colours burst like moons upon the fog-slicked road

even as the cars' stained windows cloud against the frozen scape
we have no choice but to breathe the Moments' ether

I am hibernating. I am waiting.
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May you glimpse Sun in the Night's secret Heart,
touch a jeweled Dawn's dance even upon a darkened Stage;
iridescence strokes your eyes; your Soul awakens in a Dream...