Dreams are made of fairytales
fairytales you wish to last
fairytales to be left in the past
On the darkest day comfort bring
in the brightest day love they sing
My dreams of love true
my dreams of you
Tonight I will fly
roaming the sky
Searching for you
ethereal light
beautiful flight
holding us through
in dreams sway
we never stray
Beautiful multicolor dreams
so real as life it seems
We are as one
in lovers song
We roam the sky
moans and sigh
lips locked together
body and mind
secrets we find
body to body tethered
How can we return to reality
loosing ourselfs as gravity
make us fall to the ground
screaming without sound
Your dream may be realized sooner than you think when weightless excursions for lovers become part of the tourism industry. When people pay an affordable sum to spend a week weightless in an orbital spa. With all of their sensual desires fulfilled, perhaps, some seeds will take hold with beautifully formed babies upon return to earth. Their prodigy floating weightless in the life well of the mother.
Our flying a fairytale no more.
Ron