Dreams of her

I think of walking in a field of love

As birds fly over us singing above

Flowers shine with shimmery splendor

Yet it snows lightly as it is December

This place is not possible yet here we stand

Barefoot in the warm summer sand

I do not understand how it can snow well our feet feel the warmth of the sand

Yet I do not question it, for it has brought this chance for me to hold her hand

As we walk in the field of sand, flowers grow making a trial for which we pursue

Happiness over whelms us as we find our self on a cliff with a miraculous view

Looking over the seven seas as the sun drops below the mountain tops

Music begins to play as we dance on the cliff to a music box

The stars come out and shine for us

Shining enough light to see us blush

We know the day is coming to an end yet we cannot let go of this joy

For this adventure we both truly enjoyed

So we dance on the tip of mount adore

Until the sun rises forever more