We see trees animate here, branches reach out and
graze our heads while hills swell and
grass tickles the air and crisp dew mornings.
The colors are sharp and bright, so bright you could taste it, and
it's exhilarating.

Insects fly past our perked up ears and they whisper things about
love and kindness in this brand new world of wondrous adventure,
silhouetting the blands and dulls and grays and blacks
that we are accustomed to.

Rivers and waterfall gleam and flow under a brilliant powder blue sky,
cloudless and potent with deliciousness, among the things you thought only existed
in imagination.
The birds sing with children's laughter-
in huge pools of lavender, dramatically expressing their admiration
of such an intriguing world.

You run ahead in that see-through white dress, spinning on perfect tiptoe,
and the flowers that erupt from your hair release a lovely aroma
against the backdrop of the dreamscape scene.

I follow you, through the vines and sunflower, and as graceful as
a pair of dancers, I lift you up, and the butterflies surround you,
lifting you up higher, and you use your fingers to paint
new colors across the sky - purples, dark blues, yellows,
such graceful strokes, fingers of fan brush,
with this world as your open canvas.

You're twirling and descending back down and falling into open arms,
laughing in sheer delight.
We fall together against the mountainside
with deafening loving amusement that only we possess.

The trees and flowers cease, everything around us falls silent.
Only our passions fill and ignite the air as our bodies come together.
The world around smiles down, we smile back,
embracing the quiet that blankets us from the slight chill, and
let our relaxing bodies drift..glide..into irresistible sleep
consisting of our merging dreams,
replaying only our ever present delights and obsessions.

02/19/2009

Posted on 02/19/2009
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