The sky, a range of blue, free from clouds,
Stretching out from a radiating sun.
The grass a green without another
Is divided by bursts of flowers.
A tree dominates the scene,
A scene of tranquillity and harmony.
I am alone, left to dwell on innocent thoughts,
Yet I feel a presence watching.
Turning around, a light I see,
Initially blinding but my eyes adjust.
The emanation of light radiates from a figure
That focuses into a woman of beauty.
The figure is tall and strong,
Sensitive skin naked to the sun's rays,
Jet black hair weightless to gravity,
Her slender physique glides toward me.
Brown eyes penetrate me
Delving into my secret thoughts and memories,
Her visage of beauty shows an intimation of a smile,
Could she be looking at me?
Her weightless footfalls lie almost above the ground,
Causing no movement of the grass beneath her.
As her feet of perfection fall
Flowers shoot from the fertile soil around them.
Hope rises up in me,
Could she be walking toward the only person here?