Time slips from my fingers like sand as the weary sun finally sets in it's hidden place.
... Looking up I see the stars, and I memorize their patterns, and idolize their beauty, wondering if they will always be as incredible as I have viewed them today...
As I ponder my day dreaming, my eyes finally got their rest.
I wake up in a meadow where green grass and roses only lie..
City lights were no where to be seen... Rose pedals peeled off the sun  to fall frOm the sky and lined a rocky path that lead to crystal clear water where swans Swayed  their wings as they danced across the water and rabbits played with mice who scurried up the ridged rocks of once so hidden valleys... I stand there studying the suns reflection hitting off the water....
Will it always be this incredible?