Meet me where blue petals dance in swirling winds and air is filled with wonder and bewilderment. I’m waiting there, my love.
Dressed in flowers and white butterflies, my skin will mesmerize your senses, sweet scents embracing naked souls in their flight to the promised bliss.
You’ll ask me if I’m a fairy, but I’ll only smile, leaving all witchcraft behind, for you were mine since the beginning of the earth.
I’ll ask you if you’re my long lost warrior, the one who fought odds and hazardous labyrinths, beasts and villains, kingdoms and infernos.
You’ll stop me with a kiss, for talking is nonsense and logic is overrated. I’ll laugh.
My hair will taste like summer on your lips, long golden curls nesting on your bare chest, like seraphs roaming between worlds and universes.
My sweet, you’ll call me…my everything you’ll be…
I’ll whisper your name like a spell that kills all heartbreak, in melancholic songs you’ll praise the beauty of this endless yearning for warmth.
But then, out of the blue, I’ll cross the bridge to reality, leaving our love behind, while you sleep smiling in your dreams, in cradles made of tall grass and tender blue petals.
Don’t be so sad, it’s not unfair, nor cruel or devastating…
For we belong to the lavender fields
and we will meet again…
when blue is blooming in our foolish dreams.
All credits for the photo to the talented S. Hermann from http://www.pixabay.com