My Dream.

You know I'm dreaming. of a bright open field. with grass so high you can hide in it. and silky as sheets. and us running, but never getting tired and never getting old and never getting anywhere. until everything about you that s so incredibly beautiful, enough that makes me cry right at this moment over this keyboard, with the sun shining behind you in such a haze that blinds me, but leaves enough just to let me see you shimmering there as an angel holding her white cotton dress with pearled white tassels, and you spin so beautifully, just enough to throw a fragrance to me and let me taste what an angel is, and I'm invisible to myself. because all that I see is you, and everything is in such a dusky haze that's so golden and beautiful that all I see is a bright image of you and the few blades of grass that lie between us as we wade through it knee high, and you come up to me, and I see that angelic face, and never has a moment in all the emotions bestowed upon men of joy or sorrow prevailed to out due the absolute bliss that swells in my heart. and I feel you breath. and the sun never sets.
-Jer