Fantasy Woman Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

In my dreams, my hands and lips are yours to have.
Reality determines the person you are.
Like a clear nights sky.
I want you, my bright, shiny star
I cannot reach to hold you, but i fantasise.
Reach your orbit and my dreams follow.
What becomes reality, when my my mind wanders.
Like Icarus, my wings fall to pieces.
Back down to Earth with a resounding bump.
Bruised ego, sore rump.
I look at you and see a whole lotta woman.
But what you see isn't much.
That's i fantasise about a woman like you.
No harm done, just wishful thinking.
Lack of courage and boring words.
Drive away any woman
I walk my world in an eternal dreamy state.

I Siddiqi 27.06.09