i am dreaming of winter
under the tropical heat.
i yearn more than hot,
or wet. i want something beyond.
i seek more than birth or death,
i search for the life in between.
i meditate on the seconds
that are squeezed in the middle
of start and end.
i dream of winter,
of falling ice, and eyes that fall.
of birds that freeze, and talking walls.
i dream of snow, i dream of chill,
i enjoy the melancholy and silent thrill,
of waiting.
waiting for the end, seeing another begin,
yet another disaster befalls,
unseen.
