I taste sherbert and feel the wind on soft skin on a sunny day. I see daffodils swaying in the light breeze. I hear laughter and dainty footsteps on dewy grass. I romanticize your soul and find myself in love with the idea of love. I curl my hair for you to play with because it makes me smile. I want to surround myself in this pink hue, this rosy feeling of bliss.
And sometimes in my dreams, I dream of washing up on a salty beach, mouth full of moondust, only to find you sitting on a rock at the far edge of the shore, wishing on a passing star. And I wonder what you yearn for, what you dream of, if you dream of me...
A lullaby plays as you hum softly with the moon, and I hum back, unheard by the dusty night sky.
