I had a dream one day,

It started so small and fragile to me

There was larger doubt,

That the dream would just die instantly

The season changes from fall to winter,

From orange to white

In the corner of my thoughts,

It appears again, rapping upon my brain

The knock so loud, I thought I’d gone half insane

And in the middle of winter, where the wind makes for a sound

Howling and snapping

Whipping and crackling through the nights

The days make for the sun, turning the snow a brilliant glitter

Among the changes,

The short evenings

And long mornings

There was something I wanted,

Something I still needed, and indeed,

That’s when I saw it: the dream again

Only this time, it fell like snow

It was more intricate, more real

More tangible

And I believed, so I held out my hand

And in it, fell the dream like snow

It was delicate and intertwined itself in many spools of glimmer,

Like a snowflake in bloom

The only difference is: it felt hot

Not cold like the ice below my feet or the frost in the air

But hot like the melted chocolate in my cup or the touch of my hands

How funny: a dream I dreamt once returns at such an odd time

In an odd place

In an odd form

And yet, somewhere in my heart, I had been waiting

Waiting to make it real

Waiting for the door to show itself

Waiting for the other half of me that never stopped hoping to appear

Waiting for something to give me a sign that this is what I had to do

Even if I failed miserably

Then I realized that the heat from the dreamflake matched my heart:

It burned in passion to make what I held so real

The dream I dreamt one day returned

And it fell like snow

How wonderfully and beautifully it shined

And it fell like snow.