He captures the night

He flies with me through endless nights
where daylight seems impossible,
and all I know is the rush of his hands
and the curving swoop of his smile makes
twinkling stars swoon and droop.
He lies with me 
and stormy weather becomes calm again.
Then those hands, those fingers  guide me                                                 as, like candles, we flicker in the dark.
As the shadows dance all around us
like little nymphs,
he captures the night and I, 
I tumble further and further.

Snowflakes

Gently, gently,
softly, softly,
oh so lightly,
they flutter like little kisses
and waltz gaily through the air in dainty swirls 
like charms and graces.
I catch them quickly
on the tip
of my tongue
but they melt away before I can taste them.