I stand in a field of white snow all around me blowing

I hear the howl of the wind and the beat of a rythmic drum

My heart quickens to match its pull over me

Just as I am about to fall to the ground under my own weight

they step out as if they had the power to part the vail of snow,

And only now when even my blood runs in time with the drums
did they choose to

With no power of my own I stand while they look

Unsure of who they are I want to run but my body has
given its self to the drums

Even my hair sways to its beat 

I close my eyes wondering if they will still be there and who
or what they where

They seam a part of yet not the snow its self 

I slowly open my eyes and I am alone the drums have stoped 

I start the slow walk back to my house wondering

Had all this been just a dream if not

What had  I just seen!!!!