I awaken in my mountain bed,
harkened by a playful breeze –
an indolent dreamer, today I am
whirling particles of breathing light,
day-dreaming’s darling child, Delight,
with nothing to do but join in the play
on such a glorious snowy day!
How many years have I sung my songs
of light on water, dreams and snow,
yet if you ask me what I know,
I’ll laugh and walk away –
the breeze is picking up today,
that’s all I’ll have to say.
On a snowy path to nowhere,
what had no inception
has no destination.
Seasons seem to just slip by –
dreaming never ends.