“Just a bit farther.” She said. We climbed up a mountain that I had only seen in dreams. Dreams of her, dreams of us as her words played over in my head “If I could be your girl, I’d make you happy.” Was she telling the truth? Was I?
“Here we are.” She helped me up the steep face and onto a flat crown of earth that stood high above her home. She looked back behind us and smiled “She’s out lovely tonight.” She lay her sketch book on the ground, sat down and led me to sit next to her.
“The king of Dreams himself couldn’t have thought up a better night.” Turning toward her we both smiled. She got the reference and it set the night into tune. It was midnight in the desert over looking a thousand lights. In the midst of the night made of dream stuff and happy parlances’ I watched her sketch a landscape that hummed with a thousand dreams.
“If I could make this night light enough to move, I’d take it everywhere we went” I smiled at her and she smiled back as she carved out the houses into a white paper canvas.
I wish I had my guitar right then, I would’ve sung Pachuca Sunrise. Or moonrise in this case, I watched her a beautiful dreamer, my beautiful dreamer….Not really mine…not in this when…but in this where…She sent the perfect line to catch me in a song and take me where ever she wanted.
“I wish I was doing something, I feel like you’re doing all the work.” I shifted over to look at her work.
“You’re here, that’s all I need, and you know that.” She continued sketching. “This night is perfect, Morpheus will be so jealous that he didn’t dream this up first.”
“You got him beat there, Chica.” We stood there for a while longer while she finished up, as the moon moved the shadows of the landscape shifted in a dance, which partners switched almost every hour. I would’ve loved to stay here forever, with her on the this mountain where reality was really fiction and dreams were the only thing that actually existed. When we dreamed real, when now and then, here and there met and had a conversation that woke up the stars and made new suns. Where moons reflected on their old lives and planets an comets slowed down in the Endless transit to catch bits and pieces of a bygone conversation that had happened seven seconds into the future. We we’re dreamers then and we are dreamers now.
We climbed back down the mountain and kissed. Everything that would have should have and could have been was in that kiss. A kiss to make love blush, a kiss to shoot down the stars an make the world reconsider the direction of its orbit. She smiled at me then and looked upon me with ever-hopeful eyes. She had grown, we were here, this was all we could hope for, for the moment at least.
“Goodbye” She said in whispered sensual tones. And then. I woke up. And realized I was no longer in the middle of New York and California. Received her message on my phone. We need to do that again sometime. I smiled and replied continue to dream real chica, continue to dream real.
“Just a bit farther.” She said. We climbed up a mountain that I had only seen in dreams. Dreams of her, dreams of us as her words played over in my head “If I could be your girl, I’d make you happy.” Was she telling the truth? Was I?
“Here we are.” She helped me up the steep face and onto a flat crown of earth that stood high above her home. She looked back behind us and smiled “She’s out lovely tonight.” She lay her sketch book on the ground, sat down and led me to sit next to her.
“The king of Dreams himself couldn’t have thought up a better night.” Turning toward her we both smiled. She got the reference and it set the night into tune. It was midnight in the desert over looking a thousand lights. In the midst of the night made of dream stuff and happy parlances’ I watched her sketch a landscape that hummed with a thousand dreams.
“If I could make this night light enough to move, I’d take it everywhere we went” I smiled at her and she smiled back as she carved out the houses into a white paper canvas.
I wish I had my guitar right then, I would’ve sung Pachuca Sunrise. Or moonrise in this case, I watched her a beautiful dreamer, my beautiful dreamer….Not really mine…not in this when…but in this where…She sent the perfect line to catch me in a song and take me where ever she wanted.
“I wish I was doing something, I feel like you’re doing all the work.” I shifted over to look at her work.
“You’re here, that’s all I need, and you know that.” She continued sketching. “This night is perfect, Morpheus will be so jealous that he didn’t dream this up first.”
“You got him beat there, Chica.” We stood there for a while longer while she finished up, as the moon moved the shadows of the landscape shifted in a dance, which partners switched almost every hour. I would’ve loved to stay here forever, with her on the this mountain where reality was really fiction and dreams were the only thing that actually existed. When we dreamed real, when now and then, here and there met and had a conversation that woke up the stars and made new suns. Where moons reflected on their old lives and planets an comets slowed down in the Endless transit to catch bits and pieces of a bygone conversation that had happened seven seconds into the future. We we’re dreamers then and we are dreamers now.
We climbed back down the mountain and kissed. Everything that would have should have and could have been was in that kiss. A kiss to make love blush, a kiss to shoot down the stars an make the world reconsider the direction of its orbit. She smiled at me then and looked upon me with ever-hopeful eyes. She had grown, we were here, this was all we could hope for, for the moment at least.
“Goodbye” She said in whispered sensual tones. And then. I woke up. And realized I was no longer in the middle of New York and California. Received her message on my phone. We need to do that again sometime. I smiled and replied continue to dream real chica, continue to dream real.eam,s
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