When I see you
I’m going to woo you with music, with notes, harmony, soft brushing melodies like breathy kisses about the nape of your neck. Your skin I spy is already reacting, moving to the time signature. Your hair unwashed smells of Sunday mornings. Your eyes quite shut do not let the breaking shadows in as the day heralds feebly, first. You’re still holding on to your dreams. I hope I am in them. You hold tightly to your pillow and slumber, at rest.
How I wish my dear we could escape to the same reality and play. Remember when we held hands and ran and ran and ran that day? It was warm and bright like some days, gentle and not the kind that makes one squint, smile.
I would walk towards you, recognize your form your face knowing, knowing this love, knowing you, knowing me. I somehow wonder if it’s just a dream. How am I to tell whose dream it is?
Will I awake and find I am not in space? Embrace, be my reality, my waking dream if only for this movement and soothed my beastly soul with your soft music. Because thou hast the power to put my spirit at ease so play gentle, play softly, play sweetly play, play, play with me.
A short futuristic film by Eran May-raz and Daniel Lazo.
Conceptual video about a not-so-distance future, where humans experience the world through a lens that analyses and converts the mundane tasks of everyday into aninteractive game.