even in the freshly fallen snow
i will never
be able to make my mark
on this world
i write my signature
in invisible ink
all my love letters
are biodegradable
the only ode to forever
i could pen
would be with skywriting
on a blustery day
i am temporary
in a world
of granite edification
a sand castle
amongst the mountain range
a visionary
with broken lenses
seeking love
in the span
of short term eternity