A Date...

Today I shall date my love, Dreams. She comes in with a gentle tap at my kitchen window and I draw my linen curtains to make space for her to leap in. She hikes up her sepia skirt and the black of her eye seems asking for a hand. Her long traces of hair loosely hung appropriates a mysterious charm to her face. Behind her, rushes in some wanton sunlight through that window that play between her and me, all the time.
Oft we smoke pipes together and tune in the summer breeze to bring down chilled sprays to nurture our unwatered kisses. Its time to hunt newspapers then, with faded, old tales and yellowed with time. Elves have gotten dust to cast its magic aura on them. Together shall we brush our hands on them to bust the films of golden dust settled and carve little paper boats to float on waters collected in the lush green meadows and soft,brown earth. These waters show a little of the blues of skies and a little of those whites of clouds, as they nudge the paper boats to float across and reach the other edge.
Soon the breeze enters her hair, releasing the pink bow and raises it almost like a circular whirl wind as the skies blast with a scarlet streak...and then it all just comes back to us like the words of an old forgotten song, the notes erased yet the feet tap and bring back the forgotten words home. I smile and sing my love song.

-with love
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