Sweet Summer Dream

Let me tell you a story, a tale of fantasy.
Join me in a place of wishful remembrance:

Summer’s sun smiling , enchanting trees greeting with refreshing winds, look down there, a pair of sweet wonderlings. They surveyed cotton clouds, caught them with soft brushes and vivid color, two anglers reeling in the dreams of yesternight. Trapped to paper and hung to bewilder, masses and crowds of oblivious, in halls of marble, halls plated gold. Colors once bound to ethereal escapes, free to see in everlasting reality.

Fields spotted with blossoms, wild greens and streams of fresh blues, a mirror to the midnight skies, as the ocean is in the depths of night. Sleep rising from earthen retreat, onyx gems wrapped in vermilion robes. Desert sprung from leaves of grass, colossal to the pilgrims roaming nether sands. A couple treading thoughtfully, not to tear down castles built by miniature fiends, cities erected above the clouds looking down onto prairie. Fingers intertwined, vines promising to never let go, to the bark of old. Voices crooning elated melodies, about fantastical reveries. The symphonies of gust and gale, whisper and rustling, supporting the choirs blithe duet. Vesture adroitly woven, their sails motioning new dawn. Sparkling eyes admiring the aquamarine framing ecstatic gaze. Tender bodies dancing close, tickled by tepid rays and bold smiles. Lips enchanting hearts, synchronized to the beat. Glory hymns faraway, never even close, to these ineffable days. Of two strolling through lands yet to be harmed, marveling, at vixens and bunnies playing catch. Rainbows crowning breathtaking scenery, distant stars gleaming from zenith’s throne.

As the world stops spinning just to observe, two people dancing in lavish fields. Spinning in a shower of gold, as zephyrs lift them gently. Till everything seems so far gone but what matters most, the one beaming right in front of me.