Frost covered pane
takes all
my dreams & drawings
no matter how
doodlish
transforming them
into something more precious
frost pictures
taken in what’s happening
outside
& inside.
I draw an outline
(with the brush of my fingertip)
of a horse
& a horse
appears
& moves into it
as if on cue
from the field that exists
the other side of the window.
I draw another & another
but they remain
just sky & tree horses.
I draw your face
& you enter it
like a spirit
smiling
with collected logs
that the roaring
fire devours
greedily
into the night
I asleep
at your feet
and all the candles
gone out
the pictures vanished
taken back by the frost
dreaming its own dreams
and tracing
the outlines
of its own thoughts
upon the window panes
of our wishes & dreams.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wishes-dreams/
