She is the dream I wish I'd have every night

The kind of dream where every color is vibrant and vital

Where the forest green is so deep it seems to be the color of life

The red as dark as heart's blood and as bright as newfound love

Blues pale as perfect ice crystals or as full as the depths of the winter sky

I want to be blinded by whiteness so crisp it seems as it would crack and break just be being seen


Every sound is clear and sharp like the purest notes

Plucked from the most glorious of instruments

A dream in which the wind sounds like a lover's whisper

And the swell of the sea sounds like the world itself is yawning on a beautiful summer's morning

And the rustle of leaves is a promise of soft and gentle touches


It's the reason why I go to sleep

The simple hope that she will visit me

In the stillness of the night

Her torrential beauty is my sustenance