I dream of white lilies in the valley on a cool spring night, while the tropic heat sends beads of sweat down across my breast.
I work the soil with the beat of my palm, breathing deeply with each gasp, as if it were my last.
I dream of a clear starry eve, where the moon glistens on the leaves and the flesh colored flowers of the night.
I watch an earthworm squirm to reach shelter from the scorching heat and approaching storm.
I plant a seed to lay its claim on the earth, and may God bless us with a rainbow with each flowers birth.
The sweat pours down over my brow and drips abundantly against my thigh, as I press down and knead the soil.
I dream we lay in the garden with a cool evening breeze on a starlit night, dwelling in the bounty and beauty, just like candlelight on your face.
Suddenly, the clouds begin to roll---with darkness, and the sky begans to roar--- as the winds--- rush through my hair, and the rain whips across my face. I jump to my feet and suddenly awoken.
It was only a dream. A dream about you and I.