lost dreams

she dreams of perfumed fields of lavender,  
the salty air against her skin and lips  
the feel of his lips against hers  
brushing away the salt from her skin  
   
sand through her fingers,    
cascading    
   
the smooth road  
winding ahead,  
smelling  the heat  
rising on black tarmac  
windows down, music playing  
his voice singing in her ear  
sweet smell of pines  
drifting on the wind  
 
sand through her fingers,  
cascading  
 
driving onto somewhere  
with no destination in mind  
they'll just stop when they get there  
 
sand through her fingers,  
cascading  
 
   
she looks into his beautiful blue eyes  
and wonders how he knows  
when they'll arrive  
 
sand through her fingers,  
cascading  
   
he smiles and tells her  
it is not the place that matters  
he takes her hand and kisses her fingers,  
"where ever you are, that is home."  
 
his ashes through her fingers,  
cascading