i can't get enough.

i dreamt of you and me in a field. there were flowers and house we called "home." you described the land as "so strawberry-fields-forever." i made fun of you and you joined the laughing fits. pictures were taken by cameras in the air. music was playing far off in another world. we listened and sang along when the lyrics got goofy enough. we danced a little, shook our heads from left to right. my hair was long, you're smile was wide and real. it's like everything we ever wanted was right there, inside the silly house, up in the bright orange sky, under the overgrown grass, in the pockets of our jeans and within our few spoken words. we yelled and screamed and ran in circles, dizzy and falling we laughed only louder. it was all there. we are now all here.