The First Frost

She is having
that dream again

The First Frost · inside Wen Yifan's dream

Lost

In the dream it is always the same woods.
No path. No one else.

She got used to walking alone a long time ago.

Move your finger or cursor — the fog will part

Frost

Frost arrives first.

It settles on every branch —
cold, and yet it breaks nothing.

Her name has frost in it.

Candle

Then she sees a small fire.

No bigger than a single candle.
But it is the first one
anyone has lit for her in years.

Fireworks

Further on, the sky opens.

Bright, and brief.

She remembers one New Year’s Eve:
the same sky above them,
and the two of them passing each other.

Sun

The fog lifts.

She runs and runs inside the dream,
and at the end there is the sun.

In the waking world,
what she reaches for is him.