Dreaming

The fragrance of a cloudy day
Is different from the smell of rain.
The chilling wind and sunny warmth
Carries me away.
Away you say? How far is away?
As far as the dreams in our sleep?
As far as the dreams in our wake?
I am dreaming, even now.
What is distance when it cannot be measured?
Like the length of yearning
Or the depth of time.
What is joy when it cannot be captured?
A forgotten memory
A passing day. 
I am dreaming, even now.