Fantasy... Poems

Strangers in the Night

Saw you walk beneath the stars
Your smile said hello
My eyes admired your beauty
As you passed me by

My heartbeat called out to you
distance seemed to grow
turned your head and smiled again
Vanished in the night

Through the veil of mist, stars weave stories in whispers of silver

Through the veil of mist, stars weave stories in whispers of silver,
Illuminating the path of shadows dancing on the edge of the dream.
Rivers of time flow through valleys of memories forgotten by the world,
Where each moment weeps its tale in echoes of longing.
Trees stretch their arms toward the sky full of enigmas,
In their foliage, the

Pan

Pan

Oh to be able to fly again
To throw all caution to the wind

To run jump laugh and play 
I’d give my soul for one more day

It’s hard to leave childhood behind
Growing old is so unkind

Precious moments fade so fast
And big adventures never last

So come with me take my hand
We’ll search the stars for Neverland

Oh to

Cathedral at the end of night

The cathedral was still lit late at night 
dance music played faintly t
the drapes waved gently
the feet spun and floated
the silhouette danced gracefully
the silhouette grabbed a hand and spun
the silhouette spun in love late at night
the silhouette was alone
there was no hand to hold
there was no body to spin it in the air
but the music

Dance among the crashing waves

A dance among the crashing waves
The turbulent sea on the shore
Rolling with white sand
The fragility of a body in pieces
In footprints that have left behind
The wind blows on the waving strands
Like a dance in the shadows at the edge of the beach
When fingers clasp
The waves run
Clashing against towering rocks
Playing with dreams at the end of

OUR CLAIM TO FAME

When I was young and in my prime,
I knew I’d be famous one day.
Although I hadn’t worked out how,
I was quite sure I’d find a way.

I’d play cricket or football for England
And win the World Cup again.
Then win an Olympic gold medal
And become a household name

Or maybe I’d be an actor,
A star of stage and

ad astra

    I’d come to loathe that dark abyss
the bright and green of earth I missed
        and holding tight within my fist
            Dad tethered safe to me
    but begging set him free

the

The Golden Ball

A croaking echo, dark and deep,
A princess shivers in her sleep.
She lost her golden ball of light,
To a monstrous, endless night.

The moon hangs, a violet stain,
As the bog begins to rain.
A frog, with skin of slimy green,
Leaps from a shadow, rarely seen.

"I'll find your ball," it rasps and sighs, 
with golden flecks within its eyes.
But

It is not so easy being weak

That night marked the moment  
When I unleashed my heart and secrets,  
Chasing a fleeting joy that ignites  
The curiosity of many women.  

My self-confidence faded,  
As the enemy claimed my heart.  

Confidence is about facing  
What terrifies you.  
I've dared to do it all.  

I

Blood Moon in the Spiral

The Blood Moon is entwined in grape vines
Where it swirls around and climbs!
The Moon looms in the curl,
Guarding its encounter with Earth and Sun.
Thus, night's descent has begun
With scattered light on the run!

A total lunar eclipse 
A celestial event not to dismiss
A celestial pastry with vegan cream
Red wavelengths are glowing in our dreams.
Let's strip down

People, Places, Things

   People, places, and things.
   All of which catch my eye,
   The world as I see it travel by.

   People who catch my view.
   Caught in pictures,
   Expressions I knew.

   Places of interest.
   Seen while visiting,
   Areas

With a Gentle Hand - Mystic

a Trimeric poem

With gentleness she makes no demands,
she gives her request with angelic serenity,
born with magic in her voice 
she knows she will not be denied.

She gives her request with angelic serenity 
and trilling sensuality in her eyes,
does she realize or is she innocent?

Born with magic in her voice,
you really have no choice
but to give

Listen to the Wind

The wind is blowing softly like words spoken
in ancient temples built of stone, sharply hewn
from quarries dug in highland hills made barren 
by creatures come to claim the woodland cedars,
for sacrifice and beauty they were chosen
to entrance us in the tapestry of weavers,
the goddesses of destiny and devotion
to the patterns of the silken threads, attuned~
the

fantasy i

aboard the 71, about halfway down the left side
i sit facing forward, heart leaping as he embarks—
he’s on the way to the grocery store,
   or his sister’s house,
   or work, but he’s running late;
standing room only
he grabs a handle facing me.

he catches my eye and i his,
waves at me with all

Leo

Glorious cats of the Sun 
They strive to be number one
They live for recognition 
To be the best by definition

The most generous of them all 
No favor is too big or small 
They’re loyal to their tribe
Their love’s hard to describe

They love their mane
They can’t be tamed 
Big hearts of gold 
They’re regal and bold

Even

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