A happy DreamI had another dream...
In this dream, I stood alone in a field. the grass swayed with my arms and the wind blew with my breath. and I danced, and the world danced with me. And gentle music flew from my mouth and into the air. And I smiled, and was happy, taking in a breath of the fresh outdoors. Then I fell onto my back, feeling the tall soft blades between my fingers and toes and smelled the grass and the loam. And I looked up at the sky, bluer than I had ever known it to be, and watched the clouds swirl about in the sea above me. And I belonged. And was happy. Then something happened, something that hasn't happened in quite some time, I laughed, A pure, happy laugh, and nothing could have possibly taken that laugh away at that moment. And though I was alone, and was not loved by another sole, I felt surrounded by all the love the world could possibly offer. And there I stayed, among the rich green bed and deep blue blanket, and my heart was of comfort.
A Lonely DreamI had a dream, a vision, an imagination.
In the first dream, a girl stood beneath an apple tree of autumn, leaves of red among the grass. And next to her stood a boy who held her hand and caressed her face. Love swam between their fingers, between their lips, in their eyes. And there was not a sound but the rustling breath of wind. Then the deep voice of a church bell rang through the air and the boy stepped back, said goodbye, and walked away, leaving the girl among the bloodshot leaves and auspicious apples. Then all was quiet once more, except for the rustling wind among the recently chilled air.
In the second dream, once more a girl stood beneath the same tree, but this time the girl was me, and the tree stood bare in the snow, with only a few birds among its branches. Except I was alone, no sole beside me. And it was cold, and I was cold. And the sky was gray and silent, not even the whisper of wind to be heard. And I watched myself, in my dream, standing alone, and felt the froze