Love lightensAs soft starlight brightensEarth wrapped in a hurricane of snow
Fold in a lampshade midnight wanderers who goTo feel with all their numbness, anything to knowCold itself is mortal, love not far
Eternal, warm, unmarred,Snow-like stars.
postscript
For day nine of The Trois-Par-Huit. And interesting form based on syllable count. A lot of syllabic forms so far this year.