D r e a m

Oh, to be a naive girl
On a starry night
On a swing
Laying your head on your lover's lap
She be moving her fingers gently in your hair
You're reading out poetry for her
She's humming a sweet tune
You look at stars
talking about impermanence of life
Your place in universe
And sweet nothings
All night
And waking up
In each other's arms
Every day.