Daydreaming

Daydreaming, huh? Join the club, as they say:

I have daydreamed many weeks away!

Daydreams are made of the gossamer stuff

Trapping in their complex threads

The warp and weft of reason, rationality, logic,

and envelop the mind in its softest folds

from which the heart won't let it escape.

For oft-times daydreams can conquer the moment…

But when imagination meets sense perception

Fantasy begets Reality.

For the way you love me

I feel like the goddess you say I am

The world's most precious creature --

Without objectification!

Then when we create miracles with our magic

breach clinical possibility in the light of our own golden moon

discover chords (perhaps) never played before

and wonder, with degrees of regret, how long it took --

and of journeys and paths travelled 

sans the other

and why indeed we wandered far

on roads we need not have taken --

But the time gone by, what of it?

It made you who you are today…

And I,

the less said about the younger versions

the better it is --

Though the saving grace lies

In simply knowing

That the rest of life will be

made of choices 
made here and now ...