fantasy

somehow caught between the lines
of fantasy and of fact
a mind that wanders aimlessly
or has seriously gone off track

these shards of recognition
from these dreams that I replay
the angles blurred and twisted
still I long for the new day

my fantasy says you wait for me
with your strong arms opened wide
a love that I can cling to
a safe place for me to hide

but dreams have a way of ending
when the sun rises in the east
and fantasy fades to memory
as the day encroaches on me

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.