In dreams I see you flying
Breezy blades of grass blowing to your path
Morning's dew teasing oak leaves,
Weighing their souls,
Shedding their worries as the drop descends,
Released from the tips of their tongue.

When I dream of you
I think of swimming with fins
My gills expanding to take in
Your precious air.
You have a way of reaching in
And getting under my scales.

When I dream
Your name has a scent to it
A sweetness of spice that's hard to discern.
Repeating your moniker, again and again,
Becoming drunk from your very essence,
I ease into your carafe and gracefully age.

When I dream of you
My eyes see aqua-blue
Hiding behind the nature of the woman.
A Spring breeze softly dusts an expectant shoulder
Whispering of memories soon-to-be.