In dreams.

In dreams.

Fears are real,

The things I want

Are things I need.

And even though

Some dreams

May never come to pass,

Dawn will

Remove those

Shadowed souls

From memory.

In truth,

Those magic moments,

Fleeting scenes of youth,

And happy times,

Sustain me,

Through a day

Packed full,

Of grim reality.

As still, no matter

What may come to pass,

Such memories are mine.

To salve my troubled mind.

And so,

Whenever I may need to,

I recall,

The thrill,

Of simple things.

A warm breeze

On a sunny day.

The smell of summer,

Kelp, and cotton candy.

A walk together,

Hand in hand.

A gentle dance,

Atop the sand.

The feel of every single grain,

That clings to skin

Between my toes,

I count them, individually.

Before the lick

Of cool, salt water cleanses me.

And we laugh,

Such simple pleasure,

Forever, mine to treasure.

No thought of yesterday,

Of pain,

Or suffering.

Just me and you,

Walking, together,

Into the blue.