spinning away

there are leagues between she and i. the insides of me attest to this. when i close my eyes to go to sleep, i have a vision of her. i am looking down at her as if i were a butterfly. she looks up, smiles the smile she has when seeing something curious. the bangs of her hair have been disturbed by the breeze. the locks of jet black cascade upon her shoulders as a cape might. then in my mind's eyes i am spun and removed; backward, falling away from the ground. a vision of her sitting on a bed of verdant grass littered with tiny white blossoms. it is cliche and silly but it is what it is. i spin away backward into space and she fades from sight...