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Flight of Fantasty

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In the stillness of my heart When the clamor of existence dips into the twilight of my sub-consciousness There where eternity waltzes with my make believe In my utopian dream You come The moonlit halo of your figure looms there in the star kissed landscape of my mind I catch my breath The wet fog of deception and falsehood clears You come to right the wrong of a million hurts in the languishing heart Your eyes, pools of mysteries unexplained ethereal yet real... Spellbound, I gaze You pick me up in your arms press me to your chest and in this place where beauty is the master designer of grace I trace your face and sigh You carry me I’m burdened You carry me I’m broken You carry me I'm wounded You carry me past the gutted castles of burned out promises out to the open fantasy fields you carry me Calling out to the sun You make him vanquish the night and I see a flowing stream with a weeping willow tree and flowers to cheer to a place where fantasy frolics free you carry me And in that place where longings are unfettered by reality you lay me down Silently you lean over me you command the breeze to undress me with his hands you ask the willow tree to shelter us in her flowing hair and there there you show me What it means To be loved wantonly With adoration’s seal you cover my lips and every part of me in this place of fantasy you open my eyes to see what it means to be a woman love filled and free Eileen In many ways....I'm still a little girl believing in fairytales and happy endings...believing in a world where people "mean what they say and say what they mean." Believing in fantasy and love... :)

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Tim Smith

Date: 3/9/2015 11:28:00 PM

So very beautiful Eileen.... Your knight will come rescue you.....hugs Tim

Paul Callus

Date: 3/8/2015 3:00:00 PM

Hi Eileen! The land of fantasy is where most of our poetry springs from. Deep down we can never really get rid of the little child within. It keeps us company and allows us to remain 'young' at heart. This time you are not in an overwhelming, triumphant mood...instead you are lost in the knowledge that your knight in silver armour has come to make your dreams come true. Top marks for the ease with which this poem has been expressed. Hugs ... paul

Eileen Manassian
Date: 3/8/2015 3:05:00 PM

Thank you, Paul...I've missed your visits of late. I hope all is well. You must be busy. You know me so well. :) I wanted this to be surreal, in a sense. Reality is never like that. I know that. :) Yes, I have an all life pass to Fantasy Land. They know me so well there, that I get the best treatment. You go occasionally....and that's ok too. Hugs

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 3/8/2015 2:31:00 PM

Yes all is well, just got back from playing tennis out doors. Super warm sunny day. The last month and a half have been amazing.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 3/8/2015 2:35:00 PM

It's like summer over here. I sometimes put the fan on. TOO HOT! I'm glad you got some tennis in. ROGER IS IN TOP FORM. That guy is poetry in motion. :) Thanks for the second visit. Always a pleasure. :)

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 3/8/2015 9:05:00 AM

I do love an ooh la la happy ending. This poem has a shadowy feel to it but it is infused with your bright light. The contrasted emotions and passion work well together.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 3/8/2015 1:32:00 PM

:) :) :) :) For every la la la! Thanks, Richard. This is the triumph of love over.....everything. I wanted to paint the man in this piece as having command over everything....larger than life. She doesn't have to understand everything about his nature....except that he adores her....He adores her. Oh...to be adored. Must be sweet. Thanks for the visit...Hope all is well.

Shane Cooper

Date: 3/7/2015 7:26:00 PM

And now my dearest friend you take me to the other extreme, your depth of emotion is only matched by the diversity of your writing. This poem is beautiful, never doubt yourself you are the epitomy of womanhood. And remember dreams are what makes the world turn, some endings are truely happy and some people do "mean what they say and say what they mean." You are my Enchantress, your words show your soul, gentle, passionate, fierce. A poets soul. love Shane xxx

Eileen Manassian
Date: 3/8/2015 1:33:00 PM

Thank you, Shane. You are always so kind to me. Gentle and fierce are roles I know and play well. It all depends on my frame of mind at the moment. Yes, I am a very complex creature. Sometimes I wish I were plain and predictable. I'm not that way. My emotions plunge me to the depths of despair and to the heights of ecstasy. Middle ground would be sweet. Thank you for your visit, my dear. Hope all is well.

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 3/7/2015 3:46:00 PM

Oh I so liked how you went from long languid lines to short breathy lines! Light & Love

Eileen Manassian
Date: 3/8/2015 1:35:00 PM

I LOVE how you used languid and breathy as adjectives for the word LINES! How sweet, Debbie. Hugs

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 3/7/2015 3:12:00 PM

This is beautiful,passionate and romantic..One of the reasons I love to write is because in poetry fantssyland exists and wonderland too.Yes like you..the little girl in me still controls my heart and i dnt think I want to let go of her : ).. So beautiful your poems..

Eileen Manassian
Date: 3/8/2015 1:35:00 PM

:) Yes, my dear....Don't let go of her. I know I never shall. My inner child will be with me when I'm a grandma with my hair in a bun and my wrinkles all aglow! Thanks for your sweet kindness to me. HUGS