Flights of Fancy

For long She flew high Bringing back laughs, Sometimes sighs. There was nothing Out of her reach- Aware of this, I would always Coax her and beseech After all, I needed fodder For my creativity To write about him, Write about her, Given in ample measure By Fancy- Roaming free, But gradually The winged creature Turned lazy Those flights slowly curbed, Then nestled in A beautiful, angelic form Result- Nothing new Gone the varied hues More I tried to be different, More the same My wild fancy, completely tamed For me life, lived Ever since That beauty arrived Today, she the first She the last But, sadly My ‘Flights of fancy’ Now, An irretrievable past