To a dream lover,

I see you in the baby blues of your baby his collar the sky the painting in my room with the tree that you love your eyes my eyes just like the green of your shirt my sheets the grass trying to reach out to us finally like the green of the house and the labyrinth and the garbage cans last night the white in the snow with the frisbee my blankets and walls those pieces by the fire museums black coffee in white mugs.

I feel you in this springtime wind lifting me up up kissing me letting me float down to the thawing ground feel the cold wet let my body soak it in and know it means I'm alive and I'm here with you and that is all I need.

Be my love be my love I will be what you need.

Yours,

Psyche