Someone Else’s Dream

While Handel’s “Messiah” plays
in the next room miles away,
I prepare meal in silent meditation.
Out of sage substitute wisdom
snow to ice cake,
catch in lashes, dance in eyes.

Spices mull things over,
flavors mix for port
for home port, port in snow
a glass of solitary warmth
solitary Thanksgiving day
filled with flavors, filled with you
filled with snow in a warm heart.

Cold solitary Thanksgiving day
so thankful for you
I know more than
once upon a vow over plum wine for five
once upon a year when wine was cider
weak and watery
when I saw your reflection
frozen in glass
shattered by soprano
as The Hallelujah Chorus rises
to its forte
for Auld Lang Syne
one more time.

Fold mulled mulling spices,
corner to edge, edge to corner
tie cloth tight with twine
entwined in this dream
dreamed again and then
dreamed again one more time
in dazed New Lang Syne.

You see someday
you someday see me
someday beyond the rainbow
lights are low.

I chose the feast
blessed by these hands
feast for lion king.
Partake in silent preparation
in my silent meditation
preparation meditation anticipation
my sacred blood, laudanum for dreams
my song to bless hypnotize
this rare and thankful day.

(“On a beautiful day that I dream about
in a world I would love to see”*)

dream blends this love one love our love
all love beyond and forever

(“is a beautiful place where the sun comes out
and it shines in the sky for me.”*)

You do not give me false hope
on this strange solitary day
this year of a kind we grow toward a new sun,
moon of silver on blue water high above
a winter moon eclipsed no longer.

(“On this beautiful winter’s morning
if my wish could come true somehow”*)

Thanksgivingland of dreams, dreams of universe,
someone else’s dreams, dreams of hope for all.

(“Then the beautiful day that I dream about
would be here and now.”)

* ”A Beautiful Day,” lyrics by Leslie Bricusse,
   Scrooge musical, 1970