virgo27
06-16-2010, 10:28 PM
Dedicated to a friend musing by the sea.
Fictional Fantasy
Come to me, come for me, take my enchanted hand!
Clicking silver rings and jingling ankle bells,
Dance together! into the snows of June’s cottonwoods.
Escape through time’s veil of fictional fantasy.
Pull out and put on the most whimsical costume,
Find true freedom through the mind’s imagination.
May we walk along the banks of the lapping lake,
The clear blue sky falls upon the vast green meadow.
This visual journey is but a pleasing dream.
Let us stop to admire and smell the lilacs.
The yellow wings of the swallow tail butterfly,
Flutter the purple bush’s mating ritual.
Behold a pink peone at bloom’s pinnacle!
Pink as a cherub’s cheek, loveliness shall whither,
Wet petals and lingering perfume to reminisce.
Look up! Across the way at the herd of heifers,
The barn is empty except for uneaten hay.
This lush landscape is my freedom and liberty.
I am protected under my purple brimmed hat.
For if I could reach out and touch your silken face,
This dream would cease to be fictional fantasy.
Fictional Fantasy
Come to me, come for me, take my enchanted hand!
Clicking silver rings and jingling ankle bells,
Dance together! into the snows of June’s cottonwoods.
Escape through time’s veil of fictional fantasy.
Pull out and put on the most whimsical costume,
Find true freedom through the mind’s imagination.
May we walk along the banks of the lapping lake,
The clear blue sky falls upon the vast green meadow.
This visual journey is but a pleasing dream.
Let us stop to admire and smell the lilacs.
The yellow wings of the swallow tail butterfly,
Flutter the purple bush’s mating ritual.
Behold a pink peone at bloom’s pinnacle!
Pink as a cherub’s cheek, loveliness shall whither,
Wet petals and lingering perfume to reminisce.
Look up! Across the way at the herd of heifers,
The barn is empty except for uneaten hay.
This lush landscape is my freedom and liberty.
I am protected under my purple brimmed hat.
For if I could reach out and touch your silken face,
This dream would cease to be fictional fantasy.