A Poem, A Painting; A Dream

My eyes nailed on the words written On a leaf of paper floating in the air; Misty eyes devoured the painted sunset and feasted on every ray, Painting of their love glared behind the clouds As if hiding away. Words formed from clouds where, Memories rise within her reach As she sits alone at the beach. Her heart hums the tune of the days, Sweetly blows the breeze, Gently ruffles the leaves of yesterday. As her eyes followed The brown leaves gently falls on the ground. Love gleefully waves at the blue skies Welcoming the gentle drizzles, showering New leaves slowly grow on every branch Believing its strength as it strongly stand. From blurred images appear gentle hands; Gently lifting the waving sunset Before darkness swallow its last ray Lighting the place where love lies, Warming the embers before it totally dies. Burning with spoken promises A promise of a beautiful tomorrow A promise of a life together A promise of a new love As soft sound of a wave slowly splashes; A cool dropp touches my face, As I”m trying to catch the last painting, My mind wandering, was it just a dream?