A wild dream

those times, roses sparkling their red,
greeny grass with dew drop diamonds on their head,
bright light peeping through the leaves,
falling on your half closed eyes,
when you blink them click and click,
and round your head goes,
whirl go your hair shining golden brown and over your nose,
then when you put them aside, eyes now open,
what u see is me walking upto you,
holding a stick half broken,
i greet you politely with a smile,
and put the stick in your hair, meanwhile,
then we both start a walk on the furry mat,
the trees wide open and closing up their hat,
if you can see down there,
the birds by the river, busy with their prayer,
and if you see with your head up,
clouds resemble the cream over a coffee cup,
and among all the charm,
that the world admires,
the most beautiful, is the one resting in my arm,
the girl of my desires.