A lateral world

A blizzard,
hewing a snow-covered steppe;
wailing from a wind-swept balcony,
my heart pounding steadily...
attuned to its plea.
undettered,
a spectrum of thought,
flickering like a candlelight,
a fervent promise to recover
hope, amidst a blustery weather

kindred spirits,
we each roosts on distinct branch
but of the same tree
our wings cannot be detached
silencing a storm, undaunted when weary
however minuscule,
communing with nature,
from a speck to vast expanse,
the gods within, unearthed-heavens.