A Gentle Fantasy (Poem)

You make me think of spring time,
And lying in the grass after a few glasses of sweet red wine,
Sleeping,
Dreaming, 
Inhaling, 
Exhaling sweet fragrances 
Of young pollen,

Fresh air of turned back time

And I dream of waltzing
Through city lines
Clasped within your hands,
Feeling the air
And knowing that…

I am home,

As you are 

Home.

By J. Williams