Some dreams just linger

Tonight I dreamt I was cold.

I dreamt that the bestial eyes that I saw bleeding in the sun

glared with barbarity.

I dreamt that the ruffled feathers on the ground

were carried away by a gust of irony.

I dreamt that I dreamt.

I dreamt that I woke up.

I dreamt.

Today I am stuck between the sun and the ice.

You are both. The sun. And the ice.

I am cold.

I am hot.

I am stuck.

A connection, you say.

A link.

Ice melts in the sun.

Sun light is reflected by the ice.

Don't you think?

Tomorrow I will dream.

About the sun and the ice dancing in the wind.

About you and me.

"Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice" ~ Robert Frost