Snowflakes in a Window

Snowflakes drift through outer-space,
but still I roam about this place;
And it rains through a universe,
as I amble on an outing

Dust drifts through a space;
In a window
Of my mind, voices run;
Come to life roving free.

In a forest they lope,
Dodging deftly through a maze,
Till they tangle, all a jumble;
In a window.