My Fantasy Poem by Gerry Legister

Fantasy is not forever but for a dream,
A moment to hold close and feel its strength,
The silent hiss between a shout and a scream,
As revelation promises the reality turned swift.
A chance to meet paradise between dreams,
I want to learn and discern a buzz in the distance,
Dare within; dreaming aloud of beautiful decisions,
My fantasy is a game that leaves a world to trace.
Time makes me want to die with generous grace,
In a realm where no one holds what I can control,
The glaze, the place, the persons all in this race,
That burning cry laid a wounded sight within my soul.
I live to take pleasure now rather than when I die,
More of everything, lovelier than fantasies,
I take the happiness engulf with destiny,
Treating sublime mind with tears and fears.
My fantasy is more than a beautiful despair,
A splendid birth of riveted charms captivate my soul,
What's your fantasy? The world wants to share,
Some of the secret treasures that you hold.