Across an open field.
Standing with open
Arms. Wind blowing
In her hair-
You running towards
Her and clouds
Gathering just to
Pour down for this
Union.
You dream of her
Lying beside you-
Playing with her
Braids. Running
Your fingers on
Her feet-
Feeling her like the
Mild melody of
Anklets.
Time frozen in her
Fragrance-
Peace chasing you
To be your slave.
But what happens
To dreams?
What happens to
Dreams of a summer
Noon?
Heat gets to you.
You wake up to
The dead air in the
Room wondering if
It's tomorrow-
A sweet taste of
A cherry from a
Past life gets to you
Aamidst stink
Of sweaty reality-
You smile at yourself
Like you always do
And let it go.