My fantasy is of you
Please make my dream come true
My fantasy is of you
as I call your name out of the blue
When I close my eyes
I can see you with a nightly glow
You are the only one
that can attempt to steal my flow
My fantasy is of you
while I wait in a queue
as a pilgrim on a journey
waiting for our paths to meet
And when that meeting takes place
your wheels of thought
will spin me and stop me in my track
My fantasy is of you singing a song
Singing a song with me
all night long
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantasy............the thing or plurals of, that can keep us going when needed. nicely done.........no, it's great actually...~~~marci. :)