Trudging my way up into the green hills
and bronze-colored soil pathways
as the sun rays catch the dust in shafts
that reach the forest floor,
I am content.

My eyes meet the leaves and ferns, wafting in the stiff breeze,
the breeze caresses my cheeks,
I spread my arms and close my eyes,
inhaling, and letting in fill my lungs.
Blessed air tinged with forest dew.
Organic and magnificent, bringing a smile
to my lips as I exhale it out,
allowing my eyes to open.

My gaze travels upward as I continue on,
to the sound of the rattling woodpecker
batting away at the distant redwoods,
and the loon i hear, warbling in the distance.

I come upon the house - a quaint, medium-sized dwelling
with an open porch in the front, a load of firewood
beside the entrance door.
I sweated chopping it yesterday, I don't much feel like sweating
anymore today. But the harder work is done.

Making my way inside, I set down the groceries on the
wood and brick island, mid kitchen, setting the fruits and
veggies int he fridge, having jsut come
from the farmer's market jsut down the road.

I think to call out your name, but then decide against it,
thinking it's better to let you sleep in.
Groceries put in their places, I quietly make my way to the living room.
The paper is on the coffee table. I check for the movie showtimes,
knowing there was a romance you mentioned wanting to see last week.

I tiptoe into the bedroom...and I'm in awe fo what I see.
I've seen it so many times before, but today,
on this morning,
I am more appreciative and grateful.
You are asleep, your beauty bathed in shafts of golden sunlight,
your chest rising and falling evenly,
and you face serene and content.
I can't help but stare in awe for a few precious moments.
I cant help but think on how extremely lucky I am,
that someone with your heart, your intelligence, your beauty,
made your way into my life...
and enhanced it.
Made it more whole, made me more grateful for my own life,
that I was able to share it with you.

I kneel beside your face at the head of the bed.
Your eyes flutter open.
I'm sorry, I say. Hope I didn't wake you.
You shake your head no and tell me you were dreaming.
Was it a good dream? I ask.
You give me your best tired grin, and whisper in my ear.
"I dunno if I've woken up yet. You're still here."
I gently climb into bed with you,
and morning turns to afternoon.
The groceries bought.
The woods chopped.
The birds sing.
Breakfast will keep.

I want this time with you.
This is ours, just this.
Your in my arms, listening to my steady hearbeat and threatening to fall into blissful sleep yet again.
And it's okay.
I'm not sure I've woken up, either.
Don't want to.
where we dwell is a place where our dreams live and thrive.
Maybe not for all time, but for this time...
our home is a happy one.

Comments and feedback encouraged and appreciated!
Thanks for reading!
-ZEN.

Very sweet, zen. Idyllic.

Sigh..... I want that....

The detail in your words form high definition images of fantastic bliss. Pansy nailed it with one word, idyllic indeed.

Awesome, very vivid drawing you in, consistent one small hiccup but over all well written and moving

as it was meant to feel. thanks!

deep down i hope we all want something like this.

thank you!

well, nobody's perfect! thanks!

This is beautiful I had to read it over a few times and each time I find a new vision. Great job

Smooth jazz my romantic friend...

Very nice, Zen.
Reading it...was seeing it.

Most of it is just really romantic fantasy. visions I have of idyllic settings and scenarios kicking around in my head, stories, snippets, poetry.
I unleash it onto the page, sometimes it rings true, and sometimes it misses the mark.
Glad you guys enjoyed this one and keep the comments coming!
I'm BLUSHIN HARD OVER HERE!