lazy-day dreams:

the wind is blowing,
the leaves rustle.
i want to sit beneath the trees
and dream….
of another place,
and another time.
when there’ll be someone there to help pass the time,
with his sweet kisses
on a lazy day
and nothing to do
but watch the rain come down
suddenly…
there’s a warm breeze blowing
and the morning sun is shinning.
i want to sit beneath the trees
with daylight filtering down between the leaves -
cool grass beneath my hands
between my toes…
i want to lay back
and believe
that there’s someone, somewhere
dreaming about me.