False imagination


I want you to chase me across mountains!

Over land and sea we will run

the sun shining bright on our laughter

And our hearts as warm as the sand between our toes.


Our house will always smell lovely

Of freshly-baked bread and ripe apples,

With wine cups filled to the brim with happy delight!


And our kisses will always be sweet, whether gentle

Or demanding, fingers entwined or

crushed between the others. 


And when that happy chase is over,

I want you to look at me with your eyes

That hold a well of sweet delight

That cry: I can never be insensible to you.


How sad it is that such happiness

belongs solely to the realm of dreams

My heart is heavy with the weight of

False imagination!