Aurora Borealis

I dream of light and water, of laughing and soft kisses in the sunshine. The storms raging inside your irises draw me ever closer. Depths of gray and blue, beams of laughter shining bright. Azure blue skies and fields to the horizon. Clouds of oil paint, a carefree stroke of the brush. Your skin like wax and ink, everything melting, blurring. The old trees are so tall, piercing that painted veil. A smile says a thousand words, a gesture of the hand another hundred. All these desires, all these wants. We have time, my love, all this time. Resting in our hands, on every pore of every inch of skin. Running down our throats, burning us with potential.
I dream of stars and pointing out constellations.Solar flares across the velvety black, illuminating us in its ethereal glow. We could get lost, picking flowers in the woods. Morning glory, foxglove, the night flowers glowing in the darkness. The salt of the ocean on our tongues, in our hair, crystalizing on our skin.
Oh, we have so much time.