Archway to archway,

moss covering the path.

Fragrant flowers line the walls

In gentle pastels on vibrant green.

Her fingers dance among the blooms,

Each touch releases aromas divine.

Sun streams through from above,

And butterflies dance in the light.

The path opens to a wide stream

And a gentle waterfall breaks the quiet.

He stands there by the water,

His back turned to hers.

She feels as if she is floating as she nears.

Is this just another dream? She fears.

He turns and reveals, it truly is his face.

She smiles and then, softly awakes.