Cream and Gold

Fuzzy blue lights dance across the screen, and I want to dance, too, but instead I get up and walk away. I have more important things to do, things that might set me free. My mirror is my door and as reflection meets me, we shyly say hi before merging into a world that isn’t quite here, isn’t quite there. I want to dance under the sun, watch the desert sky explode into sunset. With the stars in your eyes and the wind in your hair, you are just like me. London fog under the streetlights is the best thing that ever happened to us, and when I see your smile, I smile too, for the first time in forever. We’ll live off of streetlight and reflections, and stolen moments whispering though your door. Play hide and seek, and I will hide in the twilight moments beyond your dreams, and seek you in the sunrise. Fences guide us like old forest trails that have been petrified like the trees, and we can find freedom here. It makes me feel safe, running away with you. We find things to do in our spare time, like breaking all barriers. I think I love you. You know things I thought only I knew, and you make me feel safe, loved, and cozy on rainy days. Numbers line up for us and dance, and here we go, diving into our dreams again. Blue shirts and white pants, barefoot dreams are food for us. Diving into the sea is a little too wet for my taste, but you draw me in and show me how to swim like I never have before. I do love you. I think I will tell you, and word bubbles in the ocean are far too appropriate. Then, the unthinkable happens. I hear the words, see your word bubble. “I love you, too.” We are free here, in the ocean. We found freedom, made it in the cream and rose colored moments that I love, and gilded them for all our lives. We love each other.