I have this dream
where I'm pushing up daisies
And everything around me
Falls silent

At first
My body feels fine
The ground is nice and cool
I'm at peace

There's a breeze
I know I'm in a hole
But I can still see the sky
The daisies sway

Then I fall
The whole gets deeper and deeper
Until I'm falling into nothingness
It changes

I'm floating
There's nothing around me
I'm surrounded by whiteness
I can breathe

Then I land
My feet hit the ground
Although I'm standing on nothing
Maybe I'm dead

Walking seems right
Soon I find my surroundings changing
I'm in a garden at a tea table
Set for two

There's no sky
Everything around is white
All but the breathtaking garden
A figure comes

She sits down
A petite woman in a sun hat
She pours us some tea
I just stare

I know her
She's blond and fair
Just as she's about to look up
It all freezes

I wake up
I can never catch my breath
It feels like I've been buried
Pushing up dasies.

My love for you was once like the ocean

Seemingly endless and deep
During full moons
When the tide was high
It felt like I could drown in sheer pleasure
Sometimes waves would come
Dragging me to the shore
Scrapping me along the sand
I would just get back up
Running to the Ocean

And then one day it stopped
You told me I meant nothing

That day what I once thought was endless sea
Dried up completely
Leaving behind a barren wasteland

Some days it would rain
Bringing hope that the sea would return
But then came the sun
Beating down on the ground
Taking away any chance for water to collect
Reminding me that the ocean was gone
Along with my love

Dried up like a desert

As the rain falls down around
It creates an orchestra of sound
The rain starts off
Like a flute so soft
Then slowly turns into a forte
Each drop sounding a different way
Then the rest of the wind
Begin to come in
And absorb all the sounds of the day
Soon the percussion starts to play
With every light stike that comes
Signals the banging of the drums
The symphony continues through out the night
Until the first sign of morning light
That's when the curtains come to a close
The reason why, nobody knows
A puddle is the only clue left behind
Of a symphony that seems impossible to find