A Fantasy
A Fantasy
To rise and fly and float along the curved pink mist
Of a rainbow after a storm in Spring;
To sift with the grace of a butterfly descending,
Through soft organdies of green and yellow and blue.
To close fantasy’s eyes and dream
That our love is again one.
To remember your long ago gentle smile,
Lovingly, patiently, gazing at me,
While an unseen angel softly guides my wayward feet landing
Reuniting two found souls neath a sheerly clouded moon.
To close fantasy’s eyes and dream
That our love is again one
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