A Questionable Daydream.

Candlelight shades covers the melancholy, like the grass blades surrender as the wind sways. He stares to the skies, asking why does love fall when it can fly so high? Where is the reality in which that only the magic of flow exist? Eliminating the shard glass that only has purpose to slit the wrist. Where are the meadows filled with rich bliss, with frolicking couples hands entangled creating one fist? Where are the gratitude enriched teardrops that glides down the surface of her skin, only for his hand to relocate and reassure, as his finger adjust the base of her chin? Their eyes declare their love for one another as their breath unifies. Two arise, stretching across the galaxy, to the edge of the universe two arrive. He then takes her body to become one and God verifies. I return from my daydream seeking God to clarify. Terrified, I ask, Is this too much to seek in the fabric of this reality? So here I lie, awake in the we hours of the night awaiting His reply.