When I feel really low I crate a lady especially imported from heaven for me
She holds my hand and walks by me
Exposing beauty to me in simple things like the sand and the sea
She sits next to me so quietly but surprisingly
Swiftly wrapping her tender arms around me
Doesn’t say a word, but carries on smiling at me
I can feel her warmth rush straight thru me
To you she may not be there but don’t you all sane people wish you could be here?
As all it takes for me to trip is a subtle gentle breeze just gush by me,
I close my eyes to cease the moment and this is all I feel and see.
Its crazy?
But it’s a dream, for me?