When dreams take over...

...where the tiger pads, we roam

where the trees compete for space and sun and
rise tall, painting green strokes against the blue of the sky...

where the flowers are wild, and streams hurry by noisily,

...where the deep of the sea is blue and fish clothed in brilliant shades
of orange and red and gold and turtles fly skyward like an eagle
gliding wind currents on a clear blue February morning...

...and as your lips brush against mine under a canopy of stars, dreams take over...

only to be awoken in a field of sunflowers with you by my side