I imagine snow
descending like a thousand memories.
There are places to go
when I just shut my eyes
and pretend that the world
is just another dream. There are
rivers I have walked along
coursing with the freedom
of having no destination at all.
I have seen the moon
pass through all its phases
in a single hour, as if
winking at me one slow wink, as if
it knew something about me
that I would never guess.
I imagine stars
shooting like it was the end of the world
every evening, and a dawn
like the first day of creation.
I have found myself
there, a dozen times again,
and each time, I have been
someone new, like an old friend
I hadn't seen in a long, long time.
But my eyes must open, I think,
for it is not a dream, this life:
and there is beauty here
that I could have never imagined,
not if I had had an eternity and a half.
