Blizzards

The blizzard that shrouded your dreams,

Little Jane,

Can manifest a few things,

Big changes and hard to see destiny,

Edward hopes for you to be happy

In any way, and that your peace

Comes in wisps of marshmallow, whispery

Soft sighs,

And dreamy embraces that sound like a early morning rain.

And he hopes one day

Jane can speak freely with him,

One day,

Outside

In a soft manner

Outside while the clouds go by

It may be sunny or cloudy

Snowing or raining

Overcasted or maybe just summer,

But hopefully

Two hearts will feel overflowing

With leafy, peachy orange green peace

And growing up, blizzards that clear and show truth.