You’re like a fantasy to me
A rainbow atop a tree
Roses growing from my lamp.
You’re the top of the hill
A pink owl on my windowsill
… times three.
I see the color red with silvery gold shooting through the air
A glance to the left I see a pink and purple bear
And there are strings of pearls growing in my hair.
The sun burst and diamonds fell from the sky
And I splashed through puddles of gold,
Next thing I knew there were silky ribbons in the air
Fluttering near my cheeks
Causing rippling in places lasting for weeks.
Somewhere near there’s an end to my dream…
It would seem. But it continues on through sea-colored foam
Pass the ugly gnome… on his throne… alone.
Before it’s all done there’s one more thing to do
finish my fantasy with you. – Petula Renee Wright
