May 2nd, 2008
Waiting and Dreaming.
We laid side-by-side in the fields, yellow dandelions waving in the breeze above us. I find I couldn’t help but keep looking over at you, your hair a firefly’s light set ablaze. And if we lived in a world of gods, I’d thank the deities of my heart for allowing me to know you, to gaze upon your visage in the long blades of grass with the summer sun beating down upon us.
scent of wheat. strawberries. magnolias. taste of spring. smell of autumn.
How does one ever go about discerning what is a dream and what is a nightmare? I go about the long, endless days waiting for you to find me in in this terrestrial existence.
I can only fathom it will be even more beautiful than anything I’ve ever dreamt of us in my dreams.
