snowy boulder words from afar

snow today
i dream of you
as though you're here
beside me nightly,
crying into the cold
morning comes
a farce to realize
my dreams really
aren't of anything
that could come true
but of huge cats
that have caged
Saint Bernards
and of your return
to me.

Which didn't actually happen. i mean the dream is partly true, (what isn't), but that part about you is a fantasy that i have formulated for (ever). if only anyone knew who "you" is.