A figment of a fantasy uncurled
that plays out on your weekend nights. I know,
I am only a part of your dream world.
My image, fading in daylight, is twirled:
Still real! Still here! For a minute or so...
because I am a part of your dream world-
that is so vivid! Reality’s swirled
into a single room where you can go
to watch this weekly fantasy unfurl.
Wound tightly, like a weapon to be hurled,
you need a place that will soften the blow.
I can only offer you this dream world.
A place where our desires have all whirled,
where time is far too fast and so, so slow -
a figment of a fantasy unfurled.
When you leave this room--it’s like my heart’s hurled
with glass; where you wake I cannot follow.
I am only a part of your dream world,
a figment of your fantasy uncurled.
About the Creator
Laura DiNovis Berry
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