ME AND FANTASY
Me: but how is it you came.
Fanta: on the summer’s night wind.
Me: Ah, …but last night there was no wind.
Fanta: I followed a moonbeam.
Me: But what if clouds prevail?
Fanta: Then I shall find your dreams.
Me: what if….what if I dream no more?
Fanta: you and I shall disappear.
If you search you will not see
If you wish I will not be.
So who do you want me to be?
Me: you are in spite of me
You are a willow tree
In my heart and in my dreams
You are my secret fantasy.
Fanta: Consider this, daydreamer--
If I am yours and you are mine
Who made who upon a time?
We are not the same. We harmonize.
I am the music in your eyes
You are the whispers in my sighs
Me: then lead me on a sandy beach where land and waters meet
White sand…with cliffs and campfires and tales of rocket ships.
Marshmallow kisses, seashells, and wine
Wind in curls rhyme
Lost, not alone, in love
Walk me on the edge
Between me and fantasy.
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