Days pass and you remain

Continuing to dream
Hoping that dreams come true one day

Trees feel alive
I feel alive
Leaves begin to fret, moved by the wind,

or maybe not.

The sun obscured part of my soul
a light breeze cut a veil of melancholy

and you remain a dream
a fancy

body and soul
senses and skin

listen

chills

I close my eyes

Breath

We are not us
I am not me

the Tree shake
Whisper

a turbine wind chill envelops us

the leaves flying around

Intertwined souls.