I was just watching a glorious movie called What Dreams May Come starring my idol, Robbin Williams. There he is in heaven, talking to his best friend about A Dream House his wife and him always wanted to build. A Dream House you say? Here is mine.
Two-story house on the top of a hill. I sit down on the second floor by dawn looking out of our all-glass windows to a sight that captures the heart and throws it in the dungeons of magic. A river flows, as swift as my sweetheart's soft lips, surround by an ever-green trees that keep stretching out to reach for the sun they always yearned for. Snow-white clouds (pun intended) embroider the blue-sky, the colour of my sweetheart's eyes.
Wooden walls, wooden floors, a wooden bed, on which I close my eyelids. A piano in the corner, for me to play on, a sweet melody for my sweetheart's to dance on. The threads of the sun penetrate the glass, to illuminate my graceful heart, that then shines sending out rays of love, that pours life into my green shrubs. I sit down on the floor, my sweetheart sitting their between my arms, I hug hug her from dusks till dawns.
At night I sit on the roof, me and my sweetheart, hand in hand, gazing at the night sky's stars, wondering what life has for us, could it all be just a farce? Beautiful night sky, stars hanging their like a light bulb that shines for a thousand year, just so that me and my sweetheart the dark not to fear.
I dream...of a garden around me, full of life, animals...and kids that taunt me. I dream of my little girls running around and smirking, making some noise for their father when he comes back from working. God can this be true, or is it all just tell-tale to get through? Oh please let be true and right, just like you said "let there be light". I hope one day, after I pass, to the other side should there be one, my sweetheart reads this and mourn me some. I year for her tears and her smile, I wish she never cries and always smiles.
To you my Love, waiting for your in paradise
Yours sincerely. For ever. And ever.