Standing by cliffside bluffs, blue lake below
I dream of the cool water on my skin
I dream of falling forward in slow motion
The sweet surreal beauty of the fall
Into chilling water, extinguishing my fever
I dream of wet mud between my toes
I dream of you sitting at the shoreline
An inviting smile playing across your lips
But each time I fall in my dreams
I am met not by smiles, or mud, or water
Each time, the wind takes me away
And breaks my desire with hard reality