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