By Hans Frederik Brobjerg
26 August 2015 and 28 May 2023

The arch of the sky is pure and bright.
Ice crystals have formed on the windows this night.

In sunshine, they sparkle like flowers so fair.
A young man observes them with encaptured glare.

But as he so peers at the flowers amass,
Two eyes of a woman laugh back through the glass.

Those crystals shine brighter than all the rest.
He rushes to welcome the cherished guest.