A Dream of Snow

Eating at my insides
I wait
I wait
I wait
For you to step through my door
I can feel your energy from the other side
Our eyes interlocking that say so much
I get pulled outside into the snow
I used to dream of it as a child, even though we didn’t live where there was any
Outside is dreamland and you’re the warmest thing I’ve touched
Inside is a cave with a few candles.
This house once had laughter in it
Now there is only snow, piling around windows, corners, sills and doors.
I wake to a quiet, dark morning.

12/19/06