A Dream in Fantasy Lies


  
in the still of the night
waves of the imaginary ignite

fall coloured leaves
painted on trees

reflecting from below
on a midnights stroll

her rosy cheeks tingle
lamp lights giggle on waters ripple

fingers laced, hand in hand
the warmth of love is grand

panning in to see her face
closer and closer it fades

the air turns stale
the palette turns pale

filthy grey walls replace the place
where colour is a state of grace

when perfect lives in the eyes
of a dream, in fantasy lies

Ax