When we forget heavy dreams,
We dance in luminous light.
In January’s sparkle,
Where crystals fell in bucketfuls
And reflected light in all directions,
Like us, gleaming, flickering,
Painting sundogs – halo around the sun.
And the young mare pulls
Her brother in bright blue sled
Deep in shimmering woods.
Follow fresh coyote tracks,
Follow deer who stamped hearts in the snow.
Then she drops the rope
Plucks icicles by handfuls:
Feed these carrots to the horse!, she instructs
But they stick to my woolen mittens,
And we make icicle music, clapping
tones of infinity.
We crack ice on winter’s creek
Where water flows freely.
And she drops the rope once more:
You be the draft horse! Pull!
And I am a wild mustang!, she dashes
Snow galaxies behind her swirling.
Feel how star dust tickles your feet!
Feel it! Just feel it!
And I feel it,
The star dust on the tip of my tongue.
This is how we dream.