one comes by in the morning,
carrying the early meal they'd share
under the golden cascade - bearer of warmth.
smell of roses from the table
sickly sweet marmalade on their fingers;
she wonders what pleases her more,
the comfort of the soft sheets she lay in or
the light-hearted shared moments?
afternoon comes brisk
like a butterfly on the most beautiful day;
a playful wave, a glorious dance.
she spins across wooden floors barefooted,
free to be one, and one only.
freshly baked goods made by silky hands,
the finest aromas through the air.
windows open, earthy breezes;
she beams - for the whole world to see.
for she had fallen in love
with being alive.
velvet skies invade every corner
and every soul, hers the most.
never happier, she's been,
with bright eyes and heart leaps,
with herself under the starry night,
with all she's ever wanted.
another comes by joyful;
they tell poetry, and silly jokes,
and stories of centuries ahead.
they share colorful laughter,
and the night - it never ends.
had it not all been only a blurred image,
a blurred dream echoing in her eyes
every night - the prettiest dream.
accepting was the harshest deed;
for the one reality she'd feel welcome in,
was the one that accompanied her thoughts
every night - the prettiest one.
