Fantasy (8/30/09)

Fantasy

 

In the pearlesecnt light of the moon,

You call to me.

Come to me.

Wisper sweet words to me.

 

In the cold steel blue,

Of pre-dawn's light,

I find myself wanting to know,

Your voice...

 

Does it sound in truth,

As it does in my dreams?

Warm and strong,

Confident you're never wrong.

 

Are you truly...

As you seen to me?

Gentle and kind,

Supportive and strong.

 

Or is it simply,

Just fantasy?