it was a nice dream but only a dream

[beastofburden]

today was a good day, tonight will be a bad night.

i dreamed a dream of a sunrise by the lake
where you and i sat and talked of poetry
and other such "moment" creating things.
the wind was brisk and swift from the east
we huddled around each other on a great rock
one of many surrounding the pier to break the waves.
the smell of the lake was pungent
the mist of morning layed like cold sheets upon our cheeks
you bottom lip would quiver ever so often
and your eyes grew larger whenever a large wave
ventured close and erupted over the rocks
in a ballet of tear shaped sparkles
lit up with the pinks and blues of the morning.
for a long time we sat, subjecting ourselves to the cold
all for the future sense of nostalgia and grace.
and when we both knew it was time to leave
we stood up slowly, breathing in the crisp air
looked one more time at the water and its everday wonder
and walked glove in mitten to the parking lot.