White Night

White fragments, innocent,
From their lofty abode,
Graceful in descent,
Snuggle in close;
Blanketing the earth with white.

A world in monochrome
Under a cloudy dome,
Lit by pale moonlight.
A cold white night.

And under winter's caress
A lone figure, black,
Searches; restless, relentless
Looking for a way back-

-Home.



Written while listening to White Night by Ludovigo Einaudi... the first few bits and the last line seemed to go with the music, a bit. The rest is just another hodge-podge mix of ideas :P