Walled dreams, and an awakening

I began this wait 
many years ago

Snowflakes scattered across the concrete
ice on the pond
smooth and glittering in the dark night
and logs trapped in the water

The atmospheric blue will crush this room
I'd like to turn and walk away

I stare out from this pristine life

Sparrows beat their wings against the barn door
the stone mill stands among the yams
the air dark, dank, and cool

I look out from this small window with its smooth eyelids
sleepy panes of paper

- gu cheng, sea of dreams