Is this the dream
or simply a phase?
From what I can see,
we have limited days.
We are lost in the field,
the tall flowers tickling my body
as I make my way down to the stream.
My dress flowing with the wind,
made from a curtain of silk
that I bought on my trip to the city.
Tonight the crisp air pierced me into excitement,
making it apparent that when I think of you
my body obeys.