Untitled Poem

where did i meet you?
in that ocean of white
where dreams take shape and oft converge
to feed upon its light?

i hear it now, what i have heard,
through lives and lives again;
that simple, uncontested word;
the dreamer in the glen.

who calls to me, as here i sit,
as here i've sat before:
where shadows graze and spirits flit
and rap upon my door.