Heart of Our Dreams

the white language of snowfall lay perfectly still where sunshine once warmed a shaft of light pierces the evening tide of falling snowflakes a point of reference for the weary footfall of the man heading home warm sweet home his steps retraced leave one with the enduring feeling that this vast sea of snow covering the ground in gentle undulation is but a foretaste of days of cold febuary to come the winds tugs at his hood and cling to his heart in this the depths of winter as he plunders his next footstep from the cold crisp snow it stirs thoughts of desolation but he can see clearly sings of life the tracks of a small creature as it too reached for it home and warmth in some nest or burrow he feels the turning tides of this nights snow he understands the meaning of these changes to where summer sun once stretched the days into long comforting green beauty of vibrant life where spring will come to melt away the white carpet which he lays his mind on this night where he will dream once more of the beautiful summer sun will grow upon him like the embrace of a lover like the truth of passing seasons write their own passionate tales with the wind and skies with the beauty of dark and light mixed in the heart of our dreams