At night, when the stars gleam,
I see you in this particular dream.

You are across the street
with soft snow building around your feet.
My hands grow cold as I open a cafe door.
I slip on ice and slide across the floor.

You rush forward as if you were waiting for me.
I get caught in your eyes as my body meets its to be.

You speak and my ears sing.
I giggle and my hair gets caught in your ring.

When the door closes
duplicate snowflakes land on our noses.
We feel the spark
and a fire lights up the lonely dark.

We become friends and our fondness grows.
We are lovers, losing ourselves in linen-fresh throws.

Our lips get kissed.
Our bodies share breath.
We learn what it is to be missed.
We learn of everyone who had ever  left.

And as the dream comes to a close,
we are dancing in our street, rosy nose to rosy nose.

I wake with the sense that my soul met its mate.
I don't know you
and there are many doors until I will
but know,
for our little dance in our street,
I will never dare be late.