By Olivia Reger
A thousand lights upon the earth the snow falls deep and fey.
I watch it close, my heart asleep, and let it set me free.
Within the woods across the stream I see them dance and play.
A memory once forgotten, now finds its way to me.
A dream of mirth, a dream of myth, I dream a child’s lost day.
A dream of winter magic, and a mark of childhood plea.
I see the stars as they once came, a finger’s touch away,
And wait to lift me patiently into their sky’s deep sea.
For only there in the snowflake’s song will I be content to lay.
