'colour coded' - a short introduction

i dream of you in colours that are not even real.

in my dreams you whisper to me in a language i am sure has never once been spoken before you took it as your own.
you wear trousers and cardigans either long gone out of fashion or that will be something our children's children will wear (and i know, despite being asleep, that these said 'children' will be one in the same).

in these dreams you sing lullabies that wet my sleep filled eyes and gladden my adoring heart.

we live in a house that is surrounded by trees and foliage foreign to me (never, in all of my rambling wanderings, have i seen such a green.)
and you speak to me of afternoons on a beach i have never been to, swept along by a wind whose breath i have never felt.

but it in these dreams there lies no grey area, lover of mine.
it is always, always and always you.