She's walking away with my dreams

A hundred suns dawned in my heart
When she triumphantly laughed in glee.

The joy of a dozen strawberries
When she looked, smiling at me.

I close my eyes to fragrant hues
That I know I'll fall in love with again

I can hear her footsteps
She's walking away with my dreams

Does it ask ?

Does the morning ask the night if it can dawn,

Or does it burst onto the scene, shaking into life,

the slumber thats sleeping at ease ?

Does the evening need an invitation,

Or does it waltz onto the scene,

dressed in sultry finery,

making eyes shine with its teasing dreams ?