...everything is just as it was and always will be.
She sleeps in a blue colored dovecote and runs through green colored fields, getting closer;
pulling me closer,
endlessly, into her arms.
Somehow, we always awaken together:
Shared, merged, a fantasy, uninhibited, and sipped like a new glass of red wine.
Her eyes behold the same things I've taken in.
note to self: drop those commas!!!!!!