10/9/16 Waking up from a beautiful dream
We lay where the wild flowers grow,
our impression in the earth
made into something new,
our tears turned into beauty.
We lay in the sunshine,
with the breeze kissing our faces,
as we laughed at the world
for all the things they do not know.
We lay like children, holding hands,
heads touching and whispering together,
absorbed in each other
and loving every second.
We lie under earth.
Wet and heavy and dark.
No room to breathe.
No light. No more.