Fantasy

For Writer’s Island on the prompts of “Faithful” and “Fantasy”:

Two chairs, a table, dinner for two

Lit candles, Beethoven maybe or Mozart

I never could make up my mind

Whose compositions I preferred;

Waves rushing in

Lapping at our feet;

“Paradise Island”

A retreat away from the madness;

Clinking of glasses

Muted conversations

Arched brows, up-turned lips;

Starlight

Gazing at those twinkling above

Entwined hands

Long walks down the road;

THe world ahead of us

Life just beginning

So many dreams to aspire for;

If one were faithful

And believed

In the miracle that is life

Reality

Is just a mirror image

Of fantasy.