I love this sleepy feeling, all warm and cozy, when I'm wrapped up tight in a comforter we shared so long ago.
No alarm woke me up this morning darling, there's a smile on my face, if only you were here to see me now. My hairs falling into these eyes of mine and I'm blushing slighty with the warmth of the dream I just had. You were almost as amazing in my dream as you were last year.
I laughed last night in my sleep, I'm sure I did. Remembering snippets of our love in a patchwork of a dream, oh, you were so beautiful; you know love, it's bringing tears of remembrence to my eyes.
We laughed in the sunlit field last night, last year, whatever it is, things are fuzzy sometimes. Everything's unclear as the clouds of dreaminess come into view over your face, yet your eyes. Oh my dear, your eyes cut through it all. Such a deep blue, so intense, you matched the sky that day last summer. And I believed it would last forever.
Oh those days of sweet denial.
A stolen kiss in the lazy summer twilight, wih the birds bedding for the night in a nest of dreams as we created our own paradise in that field, the tall grasses moving in whispers as you stripped my clothes off like petals on a rose. And you reached my soul that day with every touch of your lips.
And now my dear, I'm crying wrapped up in a comforter once thrown sloppily in that field, and I miss you. i wish you could see me now, with the sunlight streaming in through my window making shadows on the walls, the birds just wasking up, half hearted songs in the dead of winter.
I want to run through heaven with you again love.
Oh, to be in that sweet sweet denial again.
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