I imagine great things. I imagine endless fields and horses running and clouds coming to hide the sun. I imagine the patter of big rain drops on my window while watching the horses run in the sun. I imagine a sudden snowfall which doesn’t reach the horses. They don’t feel its cold. They enjoy the warmth of the sun.
I imagine ravens on the roof. Their tiny legs are all covered in snow. They caw and caw and caw envying the horses. I imagine fresh berries for them which I’m holding in my hands. They are careful not to hurt me with their sharp beaks.
I imagine squirrels to come. Their fur is all wet. They look sad. I imagine an oak for them in the sun where the horses are.
I imagine a beautiful sunset and how my ravens are flying away.
I imagine it’s dead dark now – no stars and no moonlight. I imagine I’m all alone. There’s no one out there.
I imagine a black blanket around me so I could fit in the night.
I watched the Moon tonight. I wanted him to talk to me. I wanted him to share secrets with me, little prayers which have been prayed by strangers. Clouds were crawling before him and making his shine fade away until finally the Wind chased them away. Undisturbed he could shine brighter than before. I wanted him to tell secret tales. My tales which I’m not able to understand yet. I wanted him to see all my desires. I wanted him to know that I respect him. I was talking to him for a long time. But he didn’t answer.
© Nagy, 2011