Dream Training

The ride begins:
through the doors of the dark
the dream sleigh
lifts us
on unseen rails
up into the illusion of night sky,
over winter villages and hills starsown for wonder,
through a time when beings both like and unlike us,
worked to gift us.
We "oh" from scene to scene, the only other sound the rumblings
of the hidden workings of the universe, not quite smoothly done.

Even asleep, we know
in this dream
the stars are bulbs
and only a little day
will show this world's scale.
Yet, the antlered ones lead
and we follow.
One looks back
with black pooled eyes,
its knowing unknown.
Once all we had to do was believe
to see.

The ride continues.
Will we come in the end to the maker?
         The old man, the woman or the child?
         Or are we
         pulled by shadows like moving trees,
         to the circle of white moonlight?
         The next door will tell.