My Recreational Dream

I dream of a stroll up a mountain
Arm in arm with him
The naughty wind blows cold kisses
Closing us in

Happy little flowers stand waving
Like children along the roadside
Indifferent the ravine flows
Stealing time on the flipside

Rocks offer seats and
landscape hawks views
“I am different; watch me!”
And the valley smiles anew

Unknowing, unseeing we walk
In a time and space of our own
Both Time and Space our own
Whispering inconsequent nothings

My nothings, his nothings, our nothings
In a world that will end with this walk
Resuming later when I dream
Of us walking together again.

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