Dream in Honey, Dream in Gold

It was all a dream

Restless from a dream, a ceiling fan hums a tune around us

A dream in vivid colors and a language flowing like honey,

Smooth and thick, the sweetness sticking to my heart,

Even though words aren’t needed,

Not knowing if it is you that is intoxicating my soul,

Or passion that burns and stirs within me from dreaming of a foreign land.

 

I dreamt you were next to me, in fields that outstretch the glistening earth,

Where olives, lemons and grapes grow wild and free just like the way I feel about you,

Tints of green and yellow paint the terrain and the grass sparkles from fresh dew,

It kisses my face and bare feet, walking alone my feet sink into the earth,

In a nude flowing dress that brushes the tips of my toes,

My golden tresses fall freely on my bronzed shoulders,

Touching the grape vines as I pass,

Not knowing where I am going, peace, gratitude and serenity fly next to me,

Feeling connected to the earth as I pick a ripe deep purple grape,

Tasting the sweet nectar from the fruit that is warm from the sun,

You meet me halfway; you put your hand in mine,

In comfortable silence we walk along together,

Admiring the natural beauty that encircles our world,

Taking a moment to stand still, completely at ease in tranquility,

Hand in hand the sun dances playfully making patterns on our skin,

It warms the world around us, enlightens our path,

Illuminating my face and soul, I need to feel alive and free,

I start to run, making footprints in the soil leaving a trail of history on the earth,

Feeling inspired by you,

From the green earth and shimmering sky surrounding us,

Looking back wanting you to chase me,

Needing you to keep up with my every step,

Knowing my boundless energy and free spirit is hard to tame,

But wondering if it is you that can run free along side of me,

Your larger strides outweigh mine,

Tumbling to the ground, you whisper “Don’t run, I am here”,

Our bodies’ entangled, blue birds sing a sultry tune beckoning us to follow the rhythm,

Beneath the grape vines on a bed made of grass making a peaceful haven,

Breathing in the sugary scent of premature wine and wild lavender,

My heart races with your every touch, excited of the unexpected,

My golden mane is scattered around me, making a pillow in the meadow,

You are a famous painter your hands a brush,

 I am your muse your own canvas outstretched under you,

Pure and bare, taking all of me and make me your own,

Leaving no surface un-touched,

Skillfully working a natural canvas into elaborate radiance,

 A work of art sweeping golden hues along my soft curves,

Resembling the mountains that surrounds us, rolling hills dipping low,

I fall deeper as you paint me, hoping you never want to finish,

Knowing our paths may separate when the sun trades places with the moon…

 

The clock’s hands move toward early dawn,

My eyes flutter like butterflies wings slowly reaching consciousness,

The colors of the sun dance on your face,

I reach out to you and pull you near,

The cool air blows free and awakens my soul,

Stirring from the peace of my vineyard,

All that I dreamt had been untrue,

When I wake; I want to wake next to you.