The Fantasy
Rumbling inside
I see our paths collide
As a ghost travels from room to room
Your spirit blows into mine
And I feel your presence.
Like a wind
You stroke me
As a violinist slides the bow of his
Instrument over my strings
The beauty of your pen
Writes a script I love to read
As I transcend into the fantasy
Of being with you.
What would it be like
To trade what I carry
For dignity
And a caring caress
From your hand.
Amongst my foes
I stand alone
In the sea of wonder
With you, my island.
To love as my own.
7-24-09
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