Darkness and coziness played its magic,
numbness so turned into chills.
The fingers running through the hand and the hair,
lips being caressed so gently.
The depth of that unknown kiss known to the beauty of it,
lurking inside the soul.
A dream so away from reality,
felt real at the same time.
The confusion of it,
makes it more fascinating.
A midsummer dream known only to the beauty of it,
unknown to me.
A midsummer dream that revived the closed heart,
ready to be closed once again.