I have dreamt of magnolia fields
Glistening beneath summer clouds,
Where childish fascination meets reality,
And it is so much more.
Aspirations clung to watermelon vines
And filled the air with persuasive appeal.
Yet, beyond these striking moments of clarity
There is much more.
So I exaggerated and expanded
My existence until the froth
Was perfect for your consumption.
Still, it was more.
Now I find magnolia fields
Cannot succeed your kiss
Nor lend me to a place
That is more than this.
I will listen for your melancholy
To learn of eternity's passion,
Where the secrets are held,
Till it becomes more.