Juliana

I hold three magic rocks in my hand rolling them over and over and over leaving this reality behind, far behind dreams begin, I seek the farthest hill wrapped in clouds, surrounded by eagles seeking to reach the sea on the wings of imagination...it's there I'll find Juliana the face of beauty in my dreams waiting on the shore, her back to the horizon searching her fantasy world of perpetual sunrise and rainbows where butterflies float on sea air above her voice calling to me on haunting winds across snow-covered mountains with my wings, I fly above the clouds to reach the sea, where Juliana patiently waits her arms outstretched to hold me captive promising warm sensations of welcome the light in her eyes will draw me in and we'll melt into each other's arms so the world can bloom as we dance beneath the rising sun her sheer dress wrapping around us as we spin into a blissful kiss allowing waves to caress our feet dancing in the sand creating a memory to hold that seems real I reach out as Juliana begins to vanish her outstretched arms the last vision seen she never said goodbye, and neither did my heart when my eyes opened, Juliana was gone and the three magic rocks were still in my hand tomorrow, I'll watch the sunrise and dream of Juliana