Fantasy

Fantasy

Sunshine over blue waters.

That makes me happy

When all else is gray.

Me in my boat with dear Anna,

Picking at my guitar,

Drinking divine wine.

If you only knew

What that could be like,

Life would be much simpler.

Remembering that time in Venice

And in her canals,

Wet, and oh how the ride was slippery.

She and I used to fantasize 

Over ale and a slab of cheese,

Eating a French pastry in Paris

In a cafe along the Champs-Elysses,

As I get my fill of her company.

Such is life at times, a fantasy.

Yet the times aren't always a sea of light.

Closer, dare I say, to a foggy autumn day.

Driving along the narrowing path,

All the while winding,

Twisting, turning, pivoting

To make our daily bread.

And when you see me in red,

Well, that pains me so,

For my yearning for you just grows and grows

Because I'm always crying out for you.