My Favorite Dream

The wind brushes across my face

Blowing my dusty rose hair 

His dirty blonde hair flying 

 

Along the sidewalk

We walk hand in hand 

Wathcing our dogs ahead

We stop for a break along the way

 

 

In a place crowded with trees

Our conversation grows

As we move closer together

Our faces close

His blue-green eyes looking into mine

 

Our lips touch

His gentle and sweet

His hands at my waist

Mine around his shoulders and neck

 

A sudden noise in my ear

A sudden fade between us

As I jolt awake I realize

It was all just a dream

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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