Enchanted

By the dream, I’m enchanted

By the fantasy, enticed

Who needs feet firmly planted

When the sky’s laced with spice?

 

And yet what if we wake up

And find our passion tree bare

With just words left to rake up

Of what was budding and rare?

 

And yet we must take this chance

And walk the bridge of meeting

For only then can we dance

And feel each other breathing

 

 

Copyright 2007

 

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