In a field of wildflowers you lay me down.
Gentle the wind that tickles me sweet is how the tips of your fingers feel grazing across the landscape that is my being.
Eyes filled with the warmth and purity of sunlight stare into mine.
Speaking words yet no sound is emitted.
We speak through our motions like waves in an ocean.
The wind is cold but your heart keeps me warm.
Kisses on my cheek leave them pink.
I realize it was all a figment of my imagination as I fumble for you in my dream fighting waking up from this slumber.
My eyes can no longer win the battle.
I wake and am overcome by the feeling of complete emptiness.
Rummaging through my drawers I find a notebook and attempt to draw your face.
The image came so clearly that I second guessed if you were truly real or not.
I will find you again if it only be in dreams and hold onto hope that you exist somewhere.