My deep blue soul erupts with turquoise water, floods and cascades. Waterfalls rush around my rocky parts, pushing and reshaping and filling every hidden dark spot.
At the stroke of midnight, I meet him by the water. The moonlit spray creating a hazy mist. There is a waterfall in our daydream. Falling crystal clear, roaring in our veins. Soothing, calming and washing over our heart and soul. It is when we have touched the stream, felt it’s currents and reveled in the rushing waves that we become one, the midnight daydreamers.