Climes, they heat me with deceit.

the weather has been hiding secret messages in snow.

little fortunes so well hidden in the snow.

just waiting in the snow.

i will meet you at an airport, a local airport.

it's busy all the time.

with people all in line.

we'll have to meet at night.

it's quieter at night.

at the airport.

i will meet you there.

it's just a visit, a perfect visit,

to the margins of the surface.

wrapped in fabrics,

we'll wait patiently to see something so beautiful

and it will take the breath out of our lungs.