Speaking in lost.

If her hand is soft and warm
I would hold it
Looking forward into the distance..
Light fills the filliments
Fantasy beliefs and dreams
Happiness in her in me..

In the spreading garden
A tabby cat screams
I lead it by it's nose..
To a path
Lit with emrald grass
I lead this cat back..

What is it?
We shall see..
We shall see..
Perhaps in the embrace
The dances
Smiles..

Nothing escapes.