Thoughts

I had a brother on the plains
Who always dreamed awake
And who prayed to the gods
To stop time, and
I dreamed that the fire was freezing
I dreamed that the snow was burning
And by dreaming impossible dreams
I dreamed that you would never leave
So many journeys are journeys
Many moons and thousands of suns
You cross the sidewalk
Always burning, always waiting
In your hands a path
I imagine it's where I wait for you