Fantasy

Dawn light rises as we glide into the old book store, The scent of the books washing back the most wonderful memory's, Reading page by page, watching you in a gaze,  getting lost in the fairy tails, reading of princesses and dragons, happy ever after and perfect worlds, where we lay out on the grass gazing up at the clear blue sky, like night sky's, looking as sparkling water, something catching our eyes from the hills razing into the fields, butterfly's swirling around us, like and old Fantasy, turning to you, the wind flowing graciously through your hair, running into the summer sunset, you beside me holding hands, following the winds beginning writing each chapter  page by page, where ever the wind goes