On december nights

she danced in the snow

barefoot.

A dreamer with her eyes wide open:

fairytale eyes–

bright green and full of secrets

and on her face

a smile no one understood.

–What are you doing out here?

–Waiting for the stars to fall.

the space

underneath the silver tree

where I forgot myself in shadows:

watched darkness

fall from twisted branches,

listened to the hollow echoes

of hollow dreams,

where I held myself in coldness

 

now you hold me in warmth

and the darkness resides in the branches

 

though like distant fog over hills

I worry

it will soon creep down

ensnare us with whispers

of nightmares

and steal away our warmth