My Sweet Faded Fantasy
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June-23- 2025
Fantasy Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France
"Fantasy creates an illusory domain. Riding on the wings of fantasy won't take you anywhere. But sure, it gives us mental relaxation and allows an interim break from the harsh realities of life" ~ By Poet
In the wee hours of a silent night,
In my sleep I dreamt a dream-
A lovely delightful whimsy dream
That took me to the land of love.
In my reverie, I had seen my prince before.
Now in my sleep, I saw him once again.
His contours, aflame with sparks of fire
His eyes, dewy with ardent love
His lips, quivering for a passionate kiss.
When I tried to draw his face closer,
Alas! he was no more there!
Was it hallucination or just visualization?
Now I know, the cruel dawn came down,
Sounding bugles across the hazy sky,
Spreading thick veils of separation
And tore his face from mine.
Come, Oh Night! Come once again
Driven in the chariot of darkness,
Flying swift on wings of imagination,
And bring him to the shelter of my arms
To wrap him in the warmth of my caresses,
To enfold him in the tangles of my tresses,
When the whole world in deep sleep lies.
Let me once more be blessed
With the dream of my heart’s delight,
And be lost in that magic spell
Of his enchanting, electric presence,
Which in the height of my passion
Was sullied by the light of dawn!
Copyright © Valsa George | Year Posted 2025
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