Sitting
               standing
                            walking
                    ­                    landing
on a cloud made of paper lace

Wishing
              dreaming
                            ­ talking
                                         kissing
on the lips of a perfect face

Calling
             holding
                         writing
                                         hugging
in a tree house in a special place

Wanting
             needing
                           touching
                                         breathing
until the end of the dream on that glorious day