In my dream last night, you offered you to me
You put your arms around me, I returned the embrace
We walked inside a garden abloom with grace
Adjectives, there are many, but none capable to tell
Of how connection to your skin made me feel
I fell
Straight down a well of smooth silk and clouds
Where romanticism flew with nights shooting stars
And flowers smiled at suns morning dance

I listen to your words and absorb them Beyond Skin
Right through my Human bones to my soul deep within
I float on the lyrics, on the music and the tone
Through your Fragile Wind without wings I’m blown
Away to the gentlest, sweetest zone
Consumed and transported away but home

White, wispy, cappuccino-foam clouds
I imagine them disintegrating in my mouth,
like marshmallows
The log burner crackles and spits raging orange fireballs, that explode in to nothingness with intense metaphorical desire
Story-telling songs play, predicting predicaments, provoking thoughts of the simplicity of taking this moment
Singing tunes of promises and reading minds, in a forest of thoughts on pine scented pathways
In my log cabin dream, you are here
A sanctuary of wilderness combusts in to freedom
Telling me your secrets, you trace intense, poetic sketches on my skin
And like the snaking smoke of incense, they evaporate in to the air
As if they were never there