FANTASY LOVE

BY GARY JACOBSON

Fantasy love is but castles in air,
Dream bubbles
Containing all we wish to dare,
Cobwebs of life
Floating in air so rare,
On delicate,
Flimsy
Gossamer wings bereft of care.
Fortune,
Love,
Happiness,
Comes with fantasy's fireworks
Stripping reality bare.

Happiness by illusions invention attained
Seems real,
Mid enraptured pleasure of beating heart
Wonderful to feel.
With flowering words life's problems
Fantasy doth heal.
"I want you, I love you, I need you,
With all my heart,"
Rings loudly in hearts so real,
Easily caught
In games players deal.
Too often we look in the empty promise of a crystal ball,
For true love's seal.

Fantasy builds illusions
Upon a land of emotions besought,
Bestowing extravagant images,
From willing souls bought,
Giving rise,
To the cream of glorious thought.
Love, like war, removed from actuality,
Is distorted with hallucination fraught,
Of spirits running before the wind,
Till in the snare they’re caught.

Fantasies exist
As playthings of the mind,
Living in lands
Rich and sublime,
In a fabled place
Totally without reason or rhyme,
Dispossessed of place,
Blind to time,
Digging holes
From which no-one can climb.


Fantasy exists
In lovers dreams and schemes,
Dreams sometimes lead
To greater things,
But too often dreams yield
Nothing but moon beams,
Foolery without a center,
Or so it seems,
floating mindlessly
On gossamer wings.


Fantasy is nothing but intellectual vapor.
Fertile imaginings abound
Away from the actuality caper,
Forming fiction unsound
Substantial as onionskin paper.
You might as well look for frogs to dance
As to pin your love on games of chance

For therein lies a cloud of whimsical lies
Scattering hopes abstract,
That from the very core flies,
Thinking good luck will fall in fact
From a genie in a lamp
Giving the three-wish pact
Making you the world's champ.