[Clandestine Meetings: #01] Seven

This short prose was inspired by Taylor Swift's songs titled Cardigan and Seven in her latest full album, Folklore.

Morning dews dripped from a blue sky peony's petal to another petal—like tears; happy golden dusty tears. "What a wonderful day to run away, don't you think?" keenly you said that to the moon and back. So take me to the magical weeds in the morning bay in Chateau Marmont. Grant me all my dreams to come true like sixteen folk songs, turn them into something ethereal with thousands singularities sparking from your hands. "Would you run away with me?"

But I was too scared to jump in; I was high in the sky with Pennsylvania under me. Are there still beautiful things? But you were also so high for me to reach, like something else in the side where time is never planned. I screamed, "How do I reach you when my feet are firmly standing on the ground?" Can you hear me, Peter? By now I barely can recall your face. By now I barely can feel your poetic life traces in your fingerprints. And though I can't recall your face, I still got love for you. But have you forgotten me? Have you forgotten the taste of our sweet teas at seven? 

"Oh, mon rêve! That's okay, we can always try again." You looked into my eyes and made me wonder again how come you always look like a morning dew dripping from a bluesky peony's petal to another petal; like the happy tears you always give me on the trees. Bright and fresh—were you born in the magic lake where granted wishes maketh their child? Probably. You drew back the blinds and let the dark curled up inside—sang me, "Close your eyes, safe and sound, I'll wake you up at eight this time. Then you won't have to cry or hide in the closet. And just like a folk song our love will be passed on."

And then you should take me and my dreams along your dew flow to the magical weeds in the morning bay in Chateau Marmont. Now that the wonderful day becomes infinity when I'm with you, we can get lost forever with our heart on the wings. Because dreams do come true, and there are still beautiful things the world wants to show.