I had a dream

that I laid down at the foot of God

and was brought buckets of sand

to make something with

the Winter came

And with it came the bite and sting

of ice and fire

I darkened my eyes with soot

I leveled my breath with wine

I ate nothing

Many times I used my hands to speak

Fairies arrived on horses

and gifts of unusual kinds were given

I visited the table many times

Not to feast,

but to taste

Our language was like magic dust

spilling from our mouths like velvet moths

And I began to build and create my Wildness and Heart

out of the golden sand