The Picture

I see a picture of you and I
sitting atop the mantle, but I am
the only one that can see it.
You ask me what I'm looking at, and I say "you and I sitting by the sea."
The look on your face says it all, but you manage to speak. You say
"But honey, there isn't any thing
there but the wall."
I say "close your eyes and look inside your mind." Cause there it will be,
for you see I am dreaming of the day we are sitting by the sea.