FANTASY

your dreams are young,
somehow that wall that engulfs you,
you see it disappear,
as if by magic,gone,
that hope is all you have,
all you think of,live for,
in your perpetual reverie.

in your night you wish for a knight,
to come galloping brandishing a lance,
in your trance you're entranced,
infatuated,
your joys and fears pour,
into the vicissitudes of disappointment,
as the days ebbs,
he seems further and further,
your dreams are young,..

your heart throbs,
in its eternal cage,
a rhythm of periodic rage,
you dug a moat all round,
lest they come and steal it,
the predators of the soul,
that don't know how to love,
like in your dreams,
the artist who draws the bridge,
and you lock in a warm embrace,
in your perpetual reverie.

ostrich hide in the dust,
you have your head in the clouds,
an your perpetual reverie,
your dreams are young.