Dots

To the dreams

once dreamt.

To the streams

and time spent

Skipping stones

Across water

'Till the trees were our homes

And the sun began to falter.

To the moon

As she shone above

Warm nights in June

Floating silent like a dove.

The leaves danced to the wind

When the grass brushed our backs.

As fireflies flashed and dimmed

To greet our rested bodies back.

To the clouds

Who keep watch over me and you,

And flower sprouts

That hang from skies so blue.

When the fall begins to creep in

And the pretty trees take warm hues,

When the air smells like wilting jasmine,

I shall always dream of you.