Sylvia Chidi

(Germany)

My Fantasy


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

Submitted: Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Edited: Wednesday, October 19, 2005
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  • Marci Made (7/9/2007 11:17:00 AM)

    Fantasy............the thing or plurals of, that can keep us going when needed. nicely done.........no, it's great actually...~~~marci. :) (Report) Reply

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