I dream with open eyes
of endless summers
and starry nights.

Of misty morns
and lazy days
being comfortable in all ways.

Of cold dewdrops
that glisten bright
on daisies pure white.

Of unsaid words
that hang in the air
along with a love-struck stare

Of bright sunshine
that filters through
the window for our view.

Of loving the comfort
of my own company
and not needing anybody.