Fantasy Dream

There to the east
in the morning sky,
from behind the mountain
comes the devils eye.

Red and round,
spreading pink through the clouds,
there’s an uncommon silence
in this merging crowd.

A form with a scepter
tightly in hand,
an alien creature
from some other land.

An opaque vision
In a long flowing gown,
she’s here then she fades
as she marches through town.

A beautiful vision
with long glowing hair,
she’ll whisper and tease you
she’ll issue a dare.

This fantasy dream
will quite suddenly end,
as you toss and you turn
and the memory mends.