A Dreamer On the Grass

I can feel her soft hair on my skin.
I can smell her sweet perfume.
I can sense her presense near me,
as we look up at the moon.

A gentle wind blows across my face,
and in between us two.
And on that gentle wind I hear,
the soft sweet words "I love you."

I turn my head to see her,
her calm and loving stare.
I can feel her eyes upon me,
and smell her in the air.

Her gentle lips, rest upon mine,
like a dreamer on the grass.
And when I look into her eyes,
I know our love will never pass.

Ian W. Park, 1999