October Snowlight

I stood for a little while under the streetlamp tonight
Giggling in snowlight
I couldn't decide if the golden leaves thought all this
Was a nightmare before christmas
Or more joy than an October night could hold
The road, my hair, covered in ice
All seemed to glow with softest warmth
"Aha" I sighed
So it is possible to return
Through the wardrobe after all
To slip out the window with the ageless boys shadow
I wasn't certain that I stood on concrete
When it might just have easily been
Ophelia's holy river
Pulling me back into the dreamlands
Frosted flowers in my hair
Shoes lost to the current
When I retired to the lofts after a moments gleeful pause
And my darling fairy sister
Whispered in contented tones
That she suspected her room was pleasantly haunted
My heart smiled
And I was little again
And I could hear the meadowlark and the silver bells
Saw the white owl swoop low
And the lights flicker in the trees
Haunted, I thought to myself
So that's the word for it
This stab of joy
Flight of fancy
Soft footsteps in the sunset woods
A touch on the shoulder
Heart-shaped stones at the oceans mouth
Everything crying ghostly
That there is more than meets the bared eye
The numbed ears
The tired mind
I stood for a little while under the streetlamp tonight
Giggling in snowlight
Forgot if there was just one world
Or an endless hall of curtains
All of them torn
All of them covered in the softness of the white
Snow