Apr 2016
I dreamt you last night,
And since I woke up,
I've been trapped in that dream,
We were in a field,
Your head resting on lush green grass,
My head resting on you,
You were reading a book,
I was running my fingers through your hair,
For once, both at peace,
And I said, "come, let's go home",
And even in the dream,
You remained silent
And since I woke up,
I've been trapped in that dream,
We were in a field,
Your head resting on lush green grass,
My head resting on you,
You were reading a book,
I was running my fingers through your hair,
For once, both at peace,
And I said, "come, let's go home",
And even in the dream,
You remained silent
"Out beyond the ideas of rightdoing and wrongdoing, there's a field, I'll meet you there" - Rumi
Think we were there last night.
Think we were there last night.
