A song full of jovial innocence smiles to me. I close my eyes and let it take me to the world of my dreams. A vast meadow unfurls before my eyes. The warm blanket of sunlight wraps the entire meadow in it’s embrace like the arms of a lover holding his beloved. The breeze is soft. Gently it strokes my long hair that are finally let loose. The dress I wear flows down like a waterfall from my waist to my ankles with it’s full flare. It’s fabric moves elegantly as I take every step. The hem of the dress seems to be teasing the earth that’s left craving for it’s touch. Cinched at the waist, the top of the dress being off-shoulder leaves my shoulders and collar bones exposed and is adorned by puffed sleeves. However what seemed like a mere dress was much more than just a piece of fabric, cut and stitched. It was me, being drenched in the lovely colors of spring. Like a 4 year old peeking from behind a bush, my ballet flats too sneak a peek of the scenery. The sun reflects on me, kissing every inch of my bare skin, turning me golden.
Thousands of different flowers all blooming under the same sky in my view, far and wide. Dunk in the most glorious shades of the sun the grass melts with it’s every touch. Small white flowers in my hair, some tangled in the dreamy furls of my dress as I walk through the crowd of flowers and a few others stuck on my sleeves. Like a little girl again, I prance and frolic amidst this everlasting ocean of merry flowers. Such joy! It encapsulates, it engulfs and it surrounds me like the fragrance of the flowers around me. Right somewhere in the middle, a perfect throne is spotted. My dress is spread around me beautifully as I sit and pick flowers. Some daisies, some sunflowers, some roses and some lilies. Just like the night sky holds the stars, I too tie each flower together with love. Together they form a fine picture while still shinning with their own distinct beauty. I smile to my masterpiece. Two butterflies, that are perhaps friends show up. They play with each other, twirling and swirling with their pretty wings, happy in their own little worlds. Such perfect peace. Did a place like this always exist within me? I look at the oceanic sky and hum a prayer of thanks. Then gently I look over my shoulder to see you. You who stands at a distance from me, with eyes that light up like the moon at my sight. You rejoice at my joy and I marvel at your smile. I let my eyes wander only after my heart had admired your face to its content. Then fell my eyes, upon your hand, your fingers wrapped around a bouquet, identical to mine.