Light  words like flakes

glided 

into the  lantern's

alluring light

Ifs and if‑onlys...,

...it's bitterly cold...

oh my star,

I will not touch your rim,

You, sincerest of the sincere..

Speak plainly; do not presume...

burst forth   "Open  sesame."

and in this night 

no thing

becomes a monster...

Momentum loosened,

it sighed

and with a clink

a glass lip‑marked,

fell

onto 

night‑black 

asphalt square...

By morning

there 

no traces 

to be found in anywhere