Tablecloths faded side out
Wispy hair brushing skin
Soft bubbling, white froth
And voices in the distance
Hard words pared to whispers
Fingertips of what has been.

Last night I gathered the stones
that they threw at me
and built a castle from them.

I dream of the snow I’ve never seen;
Chilled frosty kisses to tickle my face
Dancing in the silken sheets of icy clean
And scooping fingerfuls of frozen paste
Lashes laden with soft powder flakes
Fill the quiet with frolic and play
And sculpt the finest of all snowcakes
In my dreams of a white, white day.

I slumber in  clouds soft as a whisper in night
With sheets of starry sky to cloak me neck to feet
And kissed by Moon's pale pale light
I dream the dreams sweetest of the sweet.