The sweet taste of you

The Pitter Patter of rain on my forehead, I lift my head and stick my tongue out, She tastes sweet. I have had strange dreams of late... I have always dreamed of the faceless woman...she has been with me since my youth. I know her...I have always known her but... this time...the intimacy is more... she smiles with her eyes and is so peacful...she is home... I have never been able to feel content, she is. I have never been able to truly love, she can. When I wake I need her so badly I ache. It's always the same..that ache. She fills me with peace and love and I crave her when I wake.... but alway, always out of reach. The pitter patter of rain washes over me and I taste her. I love her so much and I lift and stretch my arm out, I move my fingers to her.... just out of my reach. I know if I can just touch her just once, I will soar and fly to the highest point with out fear, with love and peace I know it can happen....she has always been with me, the sweet taste of my dreams.