dreamgirl

Sometimes I don’t want to wake up
Not that I’m ready to die, but some of my dreams are so damn fly
Take for instance my soul mate, she lives in my dreams
She is beauty; I never remember what she looks like when I wake up
But I know what she feels like, she feels like love
When she moves she floats like a leaf on calm waters
Her voice is as soft as a humming bird’s flapping wings
Her words are as intense as a Kilauea river
She speaks to me like a blue light speaks to a mosquito
But when I touch her I feel only love
She is like a chameleon, for in my dreams she appears in varying colors
She has been dark chocolate brown to eggshell white and all points in between
But I always know it’s her; she is beauty; she is love