Ilania Cyaalá

Your Fantasy (Variation Of Sara Teasdale's Poem 'Her Fantasy')

Your singing is a crystal mist
That plays upon my soul
In woodlands far and magical
You twirl a farandol.

Your thought is as a willow
Abloom on mystic hills
Unlocking long-lost portals
Your languid wish fulfills.

Your kiss is as a hyacinth
That glows in twilight gold
In lush fragrant orchards
Your fantasy unfold.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 8, 2011

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