Visions

I awoke from a dream that seemed too real
Sweetly real
From my distant reality on a hillside
Where yellow flowers bent gently with the wind
We looked out at the blue sky; talking as our cares
were carried away by the rippling stream
I was different but also the same.
Sitting under the oak tree shielding us from the sun
You were the same
Laying back on folded hands
Reading the clouds for signs
Time stopped and reversed a little
giving us wise perspective
We knew it was a dream
and we enjoyed it anyway
Promising to meet again the next time we closed our eyes