Deceive My Unconscious

I had another dream about her again last night, then the sun came up and reality set in, she graced my dreams among those endless smiles and blue skies above slumbered majestic evergreens, the drifting fragrance of her sweet scent climbed up through my conscious mind bringing me to a haze. I miss her but I won’t let her loss cripple me; thanks to her love a certain solid fragrance raised from the earth, lives darkly in my body. The abiding moon determines what I do not have, a soul; a soul that would long for her triumphant return. My sight searches for her as though to go to her, the trees like torches blazed with light show me my way. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams of her. My blurry crystal ball shows me a future with another; though it is not you, I shall love her as if she is you