In the Field of Daisies

She often dreams of pirouetting through fields of daisies. Not just any daisies but Gerber daisies. Their colorful, luscious petals attaching themselves to the hem of her flowing dress and tickling her bare feet each time she tiptoes on the ground. She opens her arms and invites the wind to join her in an ecstatic dance. Her eyes are closed but she sees clearly. Her heart is tender but open. Sometimes he's with her. Sometimes she's alone. Somewhere in the middle of the dream, the sky opens up and the rain begins to fall, invigorating the sweet earthly juices that fill the air with their intoxicating aromas. She breathes it all in. She stops for a moment. Long enough to feel the muddy earth crawling into the spaces between her toes. She tilts her head towards the streaming ray of sun that has found it's way through the weak spot in the cloud. She runs her fingers through her hair. Her dress clings to the sensual curves of her body. She is beautiful in the soft light encompassing her. Young. Angelic. Free.