.daydream.

I had a daydream....of us...you watching me, me writing, in tune with my music, in another world, almost forgetting that you were right there beside me. I wrote of us being in a place, a place far off in my imagination, a place where the sky was always the color of the most beaufitul sunset that we had ever been privledged to see. Pinks, and purples and oranges....peaking thru tall rugged mountains, finding its way into our bedroom....onto our sheets, warming our skin. I wrote of the sweet smells of us....still humming to the music echoing in my ear, my hand moved smoothly over the white paper, scratching out and erasing and evaluting my thoughts....you watched me. I was creating poetry, you were sketching me in ur mind....we are artists. Sculpturers of our desires....gifted. Gifted because we can immitate our passion by manipulating it into a physical form. And letting people touch taste and see ....us. You're still watching, I'm still writing....watching writing....watching and writing....listening to the soft sounds pouring out of my headphones...I'm writing. There's that pink sunset again, seeping thru the cracks in the blinds, piercing into your eyes, making you squint....you adjust your chair so it is not to distract you from focusing on me....me writing about you, us....past. present. fairy tale future. blood, sweat. tears....dreams. The stillness surrounding us doesn't enter our minds....I'm still writing, pausing for just a momnt, my pen is out of ink....and as I replace my blue pen, for a wonderfully full black one, you reach out to me but don't touch....you are worried I will lose my momentum, my concentration, so you place your hands close enough just to feel my body heat, and you watch. one of my favorite songs come on, and I start whispering the words without even noticing that my lips are moving... "sometimes you make me smile.....I can feel you, I'm missing you "....and with that gentle whisper.....page after page I write. Sunset turned to sunrise...and your eyes had not grown weary of my seated posture in that wooden chair, in front of that window overlooking those tall rugged mountains with the sun glimmering thru....I had a daydream....of you watching me....me writing about......us