Just me, just you

Trust that the wind will carry us away, with the autumn soon to come to another landscape more beautiful than ours, similar but without depth a more simple place where everything is two dimensional and hollow allowing for us to crawl inside the fragile shapes and fill them with our intent a place where we are in control and morph reality to our will I will fill the flowers with voice, in which a wildflower stroll will be accompanied by marvous array of song you will pour your love for the nights sky into the clouds, so each day they with flicker with starlight as if the darkness Is always surrounding us. nothing will matter but our little universe that we sculpted for ourself. just me, just you.