Fantasy

It may just be for you and I

A passing fancy

What we do and what we have

Is it a fantasy?

I often wonder why

Thats nothing new to you

Or is it just a mystery

For what it is we have

And forever one we cling to...

We have nights too incredible

Oh yes.....so extremely unforgettable

But they stay with us

And they will always

Be a part of time....a part of us

For some it might have been

A passing fantasy

But all these days and times

Mean much more than that to me....

Touching what I feel

Is something we feel is real

Not just a passing fantasy

Its our knowing and believing

It was always meant to be.....

My fantasy

May remain a mystery.....

But my memories

Will be real....and I can always feel

What they mean to me...

Danny////OMB September 5, 1999