Its like something out of a dream...

I feel the sun on my face first thing i lay awake,,,
i see the marigolds behind the new born flower, dancing before breakfast hour,,,
i hear the whistling of the red-winged starling which i dreamed of with sun kissed roses,,,
i smell the hands of my star-crossed lover, the ones i laid in for the part few hours,,,

i feel along his face quietly, with such silent grace,,,
i see my name written next to me, meant for me,,,
i hear his beating love getting stronger and stronger,,,
i smell his touch of warmth, the smell i can live without,,,

i feel the wind turning my head, so much so that iam flying,,,
i see in the distance my past, his presence lingering near,,,
i hear his voice calling, all but with fear,,,
i smell some strange tempting, yet its some sweet berry,,,

i feel him kissing me, that sweet spot with me under the tree,,,
i look up and see, he's holding me,,,
i hear what he's thinking, i hear its of me,,,
i smell this strange sent, coming from behind the tree,,,

i feel the sounds of music, where to will it lead,,,
i see my star-crossed lover has left me free, just gone from me,,,
i hear no voice, he's just not holding me,,,
i smell my fear from deep inside of me,,,

i feel my heart turning, to wards the tree,,,
i see my star-crossed lover, looking for me,,,
i hear the footsteps of my star-crossed lover, coming to rescue me,,,
i smell the winds of change, i know not what they bring,,,

i feel a hand touching me, i feel my fear scrunching me,,,
i see the white smoke, lifting me to wards the tree,,,
i hear many voices searching for me,,,
i smell the aroma of a morning breeze,,,

i feel my eyes looking to the skies,,,
i see a person standing in front of me, its time to wake,,,
i hear the clock cooing at 9 minutes past 8,,,
i smell the presence of the marigolds that was in my dream,,,