What I see in my dreams
Not quite all as it seems
What I feel could be real
Not just idle appeal.
If it happened this second
Clock standing still, you’re my thrill.
In quiet hours I see, a world past 3d.
When loudness abounds, I look for your sounds.
Seen through the glass, seeing things pass,
In fields filled with grass, together we last
Forgetting the past.
Hidden within, it makes my mind spin
Places I’ve been while you’re next to him,
I see to our fame, when resistance is slain.
The spaces we’ve claimed, but not yet attained,
Then honey we’re made, past beetles & blades
Our life in the glade,
Where hours are ours, laying in grass,
Watching the flowers & seasons pass.