Fantasy In Mind
In these night of vigilant,
And the rain kisses the ground.
My thoughts soar without my grant,
A fantasy that knows no bound.
There’s a gleam of crystal,
That captures my vision.
It was solemn and sentimental,
So I didn’t make any motion.
And my ear perceive a pleasant tone,
Commanding me to walk in silent.
It tickles my nerves and the deepest of my bone,
So I got up and follow the commandment.
I have wings in my back,
And halo in my head.
My hair is long and black,
I was glowing in my way out the bed.
These is a day in the night,
Everything is shimmering with gold.
I wish you were here to have a sight,
So we could both walk and never get old.
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