Walking through a Dream I See You

Bazille and Camille  painted by Claude Monet (1865)

Walking through a dream I see you

Finally,

Wandering about in the illusion,

I ponder whether you're real or

Virtual.

Sipping the milk tea on this cold winter night,

Fragrant,

I think of you,

With music playing and falling leaves

Beautiful.

If you're in the hell with evils everywhere,

Hopeless,

I would rather jump in,

Making it a Spring Heaven with my

Heart.

Alas, if I were in a chilly abyss,

Bottomless,

Would you risk your life to save me,

Bringing about flowers and sunshine with your

Soul?