Nestled closely to my dreams
I build castles in air
Dancing on tops of clouds
with my tiny feet bare
I carry on in a way of grace
singing songs with rapture
Hands twirling in the sky
rose petals I swiftly capture
I kiss each one
blowing them back to the wind
My soul is too selfless
to have harbored all of them
In the distance his eyes met mine
with a gentle smile
My cheeks turning to a cranberry wine
as he took my hand a while
Floating deep into the rising sun
warm colors melt our souls
Poured into the open sea
spiraling round and round on carousel
Until washed upon twinkling sands
of greens and yellows
I awaken with empty hands
and a heart that bellows.