Snowmen

Snowmen, how they glisten
in the moon's wide crevices!
They tell me, "Go! go!
The dark falls.
When the moon strikes 12:00,
"Go, go!" and a sprint comes
to my legs.
 
In the house,
I get to my warm
lion's mane, my blanket.
The flames jiggle.
I go in my warm bed.
The snowmen tap my window.
They say, "Look! The dark!"
My water glass stands still.
I doze off in my dreams
to see the other side of darkness,
to reach for the light in it,
to be the one to see the war
between the two, the thing
that divides the world.