I dream of the ocean,
the waves crashing at my feet
and the roar of the wilderness inside of me.
I dream of the forest,
my home in the heart of the restless trees
that sing to me and kiss my naked skin.
I dream of the stars,
ancient sentinels staring back at me
to guard me as I sleep
in a layer somewhere between
the cold of space above me and
the cold earth below.
But most
I dream of you coming home to kiss me
and ask me how my day was
as I tousle your hair
and ask what we should do for dinner.