WINDOWS

Into fields there are dreams. 

Neither of us knew where to go. The paths long 

overgrown. The ponds still dull. And with the woods already filled with the shadows of beasts, we followed.  one another; and no sooner than would petals lead the  way and music float endlessly in the air.  

On the little hills, past the old cottages, dawn kissed  our eyes. 

The first secret was told to a family of nosy 

weathervanes, which through the bend of silken mists,  had quickly spread everywhere.  

I trembled after the roar of the meadow and bowed 

down to the humble stream. All at once, I knew, from  here on out: she would never be taken away from me.  A child given to a dream, a dream given to a child.  Each one a window to the other. 

Love is left to chase after itself.

Written by Isaac Oplanic

Isaac Oplanic is currently a PhD student and teacher in North Carolina. He worked as an assistant editor for Illuminations, an international poetry magazine based out of Charleston, South Carolina. His poetry has been published in various journals and publications. He is currently finishing up on his first and last poetry collection.