Dreams of Morning

I had a daydream, and it was a beautiful thought.

One of those mornings,
With rain to weigh the heart down and sunshine to bring it higher than ever,
Everything in my sight was brighter, and time slowed just for a moment.
Birds were heard all around, music filled every empty space
And past tense didn't exist, all was is and now.
//
Slowly getting out of bed and going outside,
The door opened and I saw her crying.
I didn't ask what was wrong...
I took her hand and we walked through tears from the sky.
She didn't cry from then, or rather...
We cried together.
//
She grasped my hand; the simple touch was invigorating.
"Do you love me?"
With a certain smile I proclaimed,
"Yes."
We didn't talk,
We didn't look,
We didn't listen.
We held each other for an eternity.
//
Looking then, the sun peered above the clouds,
The rain stopped and she walked away from me.
A smile, a wave, and the grass under our feet.
Our story was told.

-Milton