last night in my dream
I strolled by the lake again
to find you waiting beneath
our fir tree with
your favorite book

I slid into your arms like
it was my home on earth
(or anywhere in the universe)

the first thing I noticed
was how quiet mother nature
had become, as if to listen
to murmurs of your heart
telling mine a lovely tale

immersed in whispers
of your soul speaking to me
in a language only the depths of my being
we watched the sun set
and I heard myself mumbling
that if tomorrow never came,
I was right where I wanted to be


written for a to z challenge. my theme: “senses”

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