On the wings of fantasy,
our right to be wrong, admiring the
flight of our imaginations, like a
dream the shape of your beauty,
never fades like your flowers in the
field, i shall not fail the sight of your
beauty, bursting and sprouting
and finding a home inside me, i ask
god to grant us the fairness of
the trial, the happiest moments are
upon us, fancy words bind us, finger
of fait has touched us, nothing more
certain than these words i write, with
the foresight of our fathers, victory is
at hand, supporting it i’ve always held
your hand, no excusing my excuse,
not able to explain my dreams,
admitted and peaceable you love me
too, two strangers filled from the
start, you ask of me so little and i ask
you for so much, without your dream
i shall fall, only standing believing in
you, the sight of it all. Greg