A Fantasy... Poem by Chantelle Clark

Roaming through the meadow
With the sun shinning bright.
It's like looking through a window
Into a fantasy that portrays light.

The wind whispers through the trees
Then slips through the grass.
While asking you to come forward please
It's about to tell you your task.

Wandering down a crooked path
A stream flows into view.
This winding road holds all your wrath
And the stream hints a desolate hue.

The trail leads to open grassy hills
The wind murmurs an urgent message.
Your dream you must fulfill...
Speaking of a secret passage.

Thunder starts to howl and lightening shrieks
You run from the raging battle to shelter.
The rain is coming down so hard it stings your cheeks
You bound like a lion who skelters.

You come upon flowing music and twinkling lights
The growling storm has seemed to dispersed.
Their enjoyable dancing has awoken the night
Have others seen this, or are you the first?

The wondrous masquerade vanishes into the dark
The magical happenings disappear, the air is cold.
You now find yourself in a golden lit park
You know that not every story is foretold.

What an enchanting ideality this was
This must be your fantasy that you can see.
But there has to be a known cause
For this dream to occur in me.


By, Chantelle Clark