When Snowman Becomes Water

In the sun, the shining sun,
you in your glittering fun
would stand plump and kind.
Wearing, as you always do,
your blanched, crooked angel-shine -
melting like memories ocean-blue.

I'll remember you too,
in all our falsehoods true
like the glowing warmth of winter.
I'll remember you too,
a little of forever,
in the silent memories of water.