Hands through the flowers in the field,
Geese flying over the still lake,
Branches swaying gently from the tree,
Old journals of poetry.
Quiet music humming through headphones,
Lulling me to sleep.
Head tilting on the couch,
Yellowed pages of books flipping in the wind.
Eyes on the horizon,
On the painted horizon.

I wonder about the fire flickering on the beach,
Waves crashing on the shore,
Erasing our footsteps in the sand.
Your laughter is a sweet dream.
I wonder about your name.

The cool breath of October,
Autumn leaves falling, twirling over green grass.
A wooden bench, alone,
Steaming coffee warming my...