A dream coming quiet, steps forward alert,
Is scattering emerald and silver.
Its tiny lights puncture the fogs of the dark,
Chase shadows — in corners they shiver.
The quietest hour defeating my guardian,
Letting you in for a minute.
If I knew you were waiting for me in the dark,
I would step out the door to believe it.
These shimmering lakes multiplying the moon
Will greet us with fires and spirit.
If I knew how fleeting this magic can be,
I would step out the window to freeze it.
I see how blossoming meadows become
Bleak wastelands in sobering lighting.
We paid eons for hours, a life for a glimpse,
Yet silver turns grey in awakening.
A long, exhausting day ahead,
Mute terror reigns the hours till bed.
Tomorrow cycle starts anew.
Sweet nightmares, if I only knew!