Wizard of Dreams
is that truly you
knocking on my door
arriving one stroke past midnight
one dreamer seeking another
chasing the clouds in a cloudless sky
riding a flying carpet
with no horizon in sight
is that truly me
playing out the game
of lover’s chance
waiting for the curtain call
my audience has arrived
the wizard of dreams
in the seat of wishful thinking
is that truly us
are we just strangers
standing at destiny’s edge
witnessing two lives come and go
each and all simply waiting
for the crystal ball of chance
to arrive unbroken
is this all there is
were we both expecting
there would be more
the swan and the song perhaps
to fulfill all expectations
challenging the dreamer in our souls
to a dual of lover’s risk
…..truly
Copyright © Michael Poyntz | Year Posted 2009
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