Dream World

With a start
I come back
to the present and
realize I slipped
into dreams again.
So easy to leave
my routine movements
for my thoughts;
and they are
always the same..
He and I.
Situations change..
first the beach:
sitting close we
watch silent waves roll in;
we hear gulls.
Next a meadow
where flowers become
bright points of color
amongst the green
of tall grass, softly
swaying to the
gentle breeze that
finds its way to us,
to cool the wetness
still shining
on our hot skin.
Another time we might
be side by side
flying down slopes
white with snow,
laughing, tumbling down,
rolling in powdery drifts,
cherishing each other..
afraid to break
the spell binding us.
Is it no wonder
I ache to enter
my Dream World?
Reality becomes barren
without him.

Copyright 1975  J. Montgomery