In My Dreams

In my dreams,

You sway to the beat I play;

You play with your hair as you slay

Me, with how you gaze into my soul,

Wearing your dazzling smile,

In my dreams,

You dance on your toes,

You glance at me timidly as you pose 

And shy away in a resisting way, 

Knowing you wanted to stay, 

In my dreams,

You fall into my arms,

Your shawl covering your youthful charm 

And we dance on the beach that night,

Smiling under the moonlight.

In my dreams,

You homed when I slept,

You stoned me with glamour when you stepped,

Now I must bid farewell to reality,

Into dream world of fantasy. 

Cheers!

Hammett

A Thousand Fantasies

She lives to read anything writers give,

Books her weed and she reads to live;

Neck bent in a bow like author of the book,

She does it like how flame does to wood;

Newspaper or a magazine, a blog or an old classic,

Like a shot of adrenaline, makes her feel fantastic. 

Anything she can get, confined in her room;

Anytime she’s all set, satisfied in a quiet gloom;

Living a thousand lives, in quite a different world,

In most she thrives, and declines barter for gold;

She’d prefer a dream, of a lifetime in a fantasy,

For which she’d redeem, anything of value in reality.

Cheers!

Hammett