Too Real

© 1998 Kate Hynes
All rights reserved.

Then I saw you standing there
Blond hair flowing gently in the breeze,
Shining armor more beautiful than the sun,
Blue eyes burning my heart.

I felt as if I could fly away
Into the sun
Letting all my cares go
With the wind.

Then you got up on your winged horse
And flew into the sky,
Higher and higher until reaching the sun,
Forgetting I was even there.

A figment of my imagination I suppose,
But too real to let go.

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