Lost in Fantasy

Soulful breezes, kissing sand

Breaking light across the land

Lovers two, still hand in hand

Bodies firm, and deeply tanned


Lost in romance, endless nights

Sharing souls in full moon light

One another, their only sight

She his Queen, he, her Knight


Tis the prints, that speak their love

Something pure from high above

Like the peace from pristine dove

Yet so much more, indicative of


That single one, the one we seek

When second ticks, are of a week

Love so deep, we need not speak

Tears of passion, upon the cheek


Oh, lost in thought, in fantasy

One we hold in memory

Dreamt the dream so happily

Filled with pomp and pageantry


Yet, thinking of it coming forth

That vision lost, had found its course

She had no crown, yet another source

And he drove a truck, not a horse


No armor plate, just a tender heart

She held no title, yet free and smart

Random meet, or well thrown dart

The universe had nudged their start


Twas magick in the night they kissed

A single hand, she shared her wrist

Moments few, they might be missed

Bodies close within the mist


The turning wheel, the rapid pace

The finish line, without the race

He sighed, then found his saving grace

The smile erupted on her face


Eyes beyond, and further still

Waiting short, surrendered will

An endless night, the highest hill

Words of love did find the quill


An empty floor, then soon to dance

Moment found, a taken chance

Lost she was, his honest glance

Lover’s two, their boundless trance


Found as one, no feelings lost

Not in sand, but winter’s frost

No strings attached, no single cost

As up above the stars had crossed


She held her breath, could this be real

He held her tight, for he could feel

Nothing false, nay, not a deal

His belly laugh, her girlish squeal


Delight emerged, a rounding spin

Her tender curves, his squarish chin

Within his arms, the well-earned win

Forever night, the cutest grin


Dreams come true if you believe

The cosmos find the ones to weave

Together, so they’ll never leave

When love you give, you will receive


Additional Reading

R.J. Schwartz is an American Poet and Author.

His complete works on The Creative Exiles Website can be found here

The Gypsy Thread is a huge collection of his original work

Ralph also writes on HubPages


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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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