one day i’ll be dreaming in french. my thoughts so wholly contained, so wonderfully occupied [by words i don’t know just yet].
we’ll fall in love in french, under the eiffel tower and a blanket of stars. dizziness and loveliness wrapped in the smell of cut grass and croissants. wrapped in serenity. wrapped in whispers, dopey smiles and the silver glow of the moon.
and when i forget to try, those words will fill my mind, they’ll fill my heart, and so easily they’ll flow. you’ll see.
one day when i’m dreaming in french, i’ll be dreaming of you.