Bright green tufts,
of grass grow in the yard.
Each blade climbs steadily,
each sway gently,
in the early,
evening summer breeze.

The summer breeze,
gently touches your soft cheek,
as do I.
I caress its softness,
the soft, skin’s purity.

Your purity,
reaches inside of me.
Touching my mind,
grabbing hold of my soul.

As my soul rises,
my eyes rise too.
I look at your face,
and gaze into your eyes.

Your precious eyes,
stare out the window.
Intently you glance,
at the bright green tufts,
of grass that grows in the yard.

I remain here, seated
but really I am somewhere
far away.
There is wind caressing
my hair, teasing my
sun-kissed, blushing face
while soft mounds
of earthen, rich soil
tread beneath the
soles of my
soft feet.
Vivid, rising green
valleys lying in
the west, and forests
of thick, chestnut
oak trees in the east,
while in front of me,  
cascades fields of
sunflowers, white lilies,
blossoming, silky
lavenders, gardenias,
and soft petaled roses.
In the horizon,
a magnificent sunset
graces a clear blue
sky, with shades
of draping tendrils
of lush reds, oranges,
purples, tainting
plump, white clouds
and coloring
the tops of
graceful, willow trees.

What matters most
Holds no value
On this earth
Genuineness
Tenderness
Connection
Loving words
Let go of material things
They've got no true meaning
In the end
We all serve our "purpose"
In worldly terms,
It shouldn't
Consume our souls,
Will we ever
Truly know it-
To love
To smile
To laugh
To feel
To cry
To hold
To know
Organically
That we held on to something real
While we were here