Through The silky white clouds,

Along the Blue adorn skies,

Silhouettes of flight flicker before my eyes.

Wondrous winged horses,

Or an imagination taking hold,

Still the sky keeps its secrets, I am told.

Rainbows of color dashing about,

Jet streams of Techno-color,

No doubt.

The imagination’s visions are so real,

And the fantasy feeds the dream,

To my eyes it may seem.

Then what we see,

We see in our heart,

Reality is more then an imaginary part.

Some things such as love are not tangible to hold.

Some things such as passion seem too bold.

Yet some things that are fact are flawed, I can see,

So I reach for the reality of Fantasy.

SweetBrenda

1998