Beyond Fantasy
Out of the prison of conciousness,
living fantasy springs in the minds eye.
We are part of fleeting moments,
beyond fantasy we are free to fly.
And in this transient moment,
we dance on the winds of time.
An infinite flow of inventions,
revolving in ones mind.
We then become the fantasy,
made real or fairytale.
Thus from ones heart we muse and dream,
and then we gently sail,
and in the pleasure of living in this creative space,
we have created art,
for the future human race.
Venice Sleeps
In a phantom cloud Venice sleeps.
Through filtered light in misty form and echoed ripples of waters deep,
invites my solitude in a mood forlorn.
A midnight moon floats on reflected light and bobbing gondolas secure on poles at night.
The glittering water catches my eye, to prompt my heart and lift it high.
When Venice sleeps the Bridge of Sighs, changes her guise for two lovers eyes.
In the waves of the water far below, shadows an image of Cupid's bow.
And the moon's reflection creeps into my room and we are in each others arms...quite soon.
Love so sudden...our hearts unite,
while Venice silently sleeps at night.