Dusk awoke slowly: little lamps buzzed and glowed as crickets sang their final hymn. Some stars were beginning to awake; their songs slowly singing and sauntering across night's silky blanket. Wind danced across the darkness and slowly rocked the old trees to sleep. And amidst the serenity of slumber, I watched your lips dance with sing-song, a beautiful chorus of your voice and the hum of our friendly night creatures, in harmony, in grace, with the buzz and glow of our cafe’s night friends. Here, I dreamt of you.

Heaven awoke slowly, bringing our beautiful sunrise. From the rivers beneath my feet salmon swiftly guided their way through sleepy water flowers, slowly, slowly, swimming in between and kissing my skin. I watch you weave your way through lazy, blowing grass, allowing our little bugs and critters to dance and play sing in our morning’s breeze. Here, I dreamt of you.

As the sun begins to flutter and weave ‘round nature’s branches and roots, our forest is bathed in a holy glow. While I dance ‘round my little café corner, I glance between afternoon coffees and teas and cakes, chit-chat and rumbling of life, as you gaze at heaven’s masterpiece. I catch your sun-flecked cheeks and delicate hands healing our earth. I hope to meet your eyes, awash with love. Here, I dreamt of you.

Dusk awoke slowly. The sun sinks; the moon awakens. Are those angels I see, frivolously wavering upon winds? They chirp a familiar, yet lost night melody. Olive branches cluster and bow, they graze my soles with gentle leaves. Curiosity grasps my hand and hesitantly, I wander through our solemn forest. My eyes catch the now silent river; our fish have retreated to safety of our water flowers. The café is merely a low hum in the distance: only specks of light reach through the ever-growing leaves. Riddled with crooked roots and winding weeds and now surrounded, trapped, by tangled trees’ petals, our forest is entrapped in a haunting darkness, perhaps sinful creatures lurked beneath the soil, their skin carved and scratched with malice. I hoped for you.

The forest is silent.

‘Till a glow emerges from the roots.