when you speak

there’s a way you have of talking
a familiar sound of words together
and I know I should listen
when you speak
but I‘m too busy
watching your mouth
to avoid staring in your eyes
so as not to be lost
in their depth
only trying not to get lost
gets me lost
and whatever you say
skips over my head
like some stone
thrown by some kid
on a lake
and off I go
skimming on water
until I sink
lost forever
in you

on snow

ıt’s snowing where I was
but sunny and warm where I am
this leads me to think
life is better here
but we shouldn’t judge places
ordinarily by the weather
just as we shouldn’t judge people
solely by appearance
and so I find
for once in my life
I miss snow