Meditation

I dream deep fields of color 

In the fall I close my eyes 

 and step curiously twisting down rows of beautiful 

orange pumpkin patches and dancing in apple orchards 

looking for him hiding among the foliage 

playing our game 

Summer slumber makes me soar

through great big purple vineyards 

holding his hand pretending 

he was mine forever 

Spring sleep brings a rainbow, scented sea of color. 

An enormous bouquet of flowers of all varieties... 

Blues, greens, whites, pinks, reds and yellows.

I pick a few and hold them close to my nose 

I see his smile 

In the winter I dream of a white blanket of snow 

under a black sky lit with stars that resemble Christmas lights. 

Red is the color of the fire I sit in front of. 

I imagine the warmth consumes me 

as I breathe in the heat of the room into my soul. 

Photographs by IIya Rashap