Dreamer,
new magician,
beware of wishes:
for they become living beings,
awaiting your coaxing touch.
Beware the ease with which
they fall into your unsuspecting arms
in basketless apple-bushels.
Beware the icy smoothness
with which they slip into your life
and snap the tense winter of waiting.
Beware that moment
when you look up and see
that your dream has come back to you,
panting at your door,
loyal to your summoning.
Dreamer,
you are its master.
Invite it in
and let it lick from your plate.
In the night as you sleep,
it will call its friends,
whose faces
you have not yet imagined.
Close your eyes
and dream effortlessly.
Learn and possess this magic of yearning.
Let your wish-seeds multiply
and their granting
be the least of your worries—
for our dreams seek us
even more than we seek them.
© Psyche Marks 2018