fantasy

mentally this I what I envision

your head safely resting on my laps

with my fingers gently stroking your curly hair

sounds of your heartbeat in my ears I hear

your gentle breath blowing in my face

the scent of your perfume diffusing in my nostrils

imagination take to this place

where I found us all alone

in a beautiful garden just us

a place beckoning love and peace

so serene and calm you are in my presence

you look angelic and divinely at rest

dreams of brighter days for us is what I see

every time I close my eyes to sleep

I find you at the same venue

patiently and expectantly you are waiting for me

a gleam of joy is visible on your face

as you see me approaching from a distant

then you leap as you charge towards me

where I childlike receive you in my arms

whirling you up in the air, jovially embracing you

all that this could be reality

how I wish I could see this day

to have these dreams come true

the challenge is I have not seen you

neither do I have a clue of to do that

you are more of an imaginary being

to be precise an angelic person

whom to relate with is impractical

however the frequency of the dreams

the constant imaginations

and the clearer the mental pictures I see of us

are more convincing than the reality

faith and courage in me they build

strengthening the desire to see the day of reality come