we have the same dream every night sleeping on this side of the door

dr soma and his black dog come in through the window

in the still air they are one cloud of blue breath that falls on our faces

we become like the dead beneath this anaesthesia

out on the dry field a roaming moon pulls the green from grass and eats it

cold light that seeps into the eye is a material

will the dr harvest our tears to make the noisome ice flower bloom

the dog leans in and laps up the water like melted snow

and with that the dr smiles he barks out come on to his animal

and as they leave then by our door the spring becomes winter

every morning the rain is colder than it was the day before

through the window we see garden insects drop from the weeds

and the door will not open i sit by you yellowing like the plants

while you and the cat stare into the hard mouth of morning

the day comes when the heating is out and we have no wood for a fire

the cat says the ice flower is blooming can you hear it

tonight while you sleep i will walk beneath the door and become your eyes

cry if you want to but by morning someone will be dead

as the sun freezes into a black whisper the dream comes to our house

but while the dog is at our window the cat slips outside

thunder is rustling above our yard the road to the west is purple

and owls without faces rest atop the concrete people

riding the stream the cat comes to a wild shore a walking fish lives there

the sea can be hell it says but my rusty skin is sound

the cat says i can see in your eye a seed of light give it to me

but before the fish can say no the cat eats its one eye

this has become the cats dream and will that field have an early harvest

rain falls on the inland sea the blue forest is asleep

the sound of a fish crying is like a dandelion in the wind

for the cat wearing the eye it will always be summer