I Think of Snow

I have some memory of the snow.
Of course there was much more than that;
I know we went to watch those fat
white flakes that sifted down… so slow,
so slow they fell, but I can't tell
you more than that. I think of snow,
and in the cave a kind of glow…
I might remember if I dwell
on it some more. There was the cave
and he had mentioned loving her,
not me. I can't remember sir!
Then he was saying to be brave…

I don't know how I came to have his skis,
or where the cave is. May I sleep now please?