2. A Fantasy

In a world so perfect,
In a night so bright
He stood.
His hand extended towards me.

Trust, so fragile.
Emotions, so raw
Rolled down my cheeks
As I stared at his hand
Still held towards me.

'Take it'
It was a whisper in the wind,
A whisper so faint,
A hope so faint.
'Promise, you'll be alright.'

His words, a broken promise.
A lost dream.
A mere fantasy, I knew.
Yet his hand I took.

His eyes, the hue of night,
Deep enough to lose yourself in
Yet warm enough to want to lose yourself in,
Smiled as I stared into them.
'Unreal you are.
A dream I saw with my eyes closed,
A fantasy I craved to live
Yet knowing you're too good to be true.'

A strand of hair tucked behind my ear
And the wind whispered
Close to my ears.
'Call me a fantasy if you want,
A dream so unreal.
But who knows?
Someday I might be a dream come true.'