Too Good to be True
It felt like a dream ago
of silly mists and steams ago
of shining stars and beams ago
back when I saw you then.
Now, I taste you on my lips so far
over mountain peaks and every star
too far for even plane or car
this taste I feel again.
It's all so fuzzy and unclear
this too-sweet memory, this I fear
is so very, very bleak, my dear.
The vision that I share
And though you're but a silver breeze
flying like a swift trapeze
twisting in my mind with ease
I'll kiss you if I dare.
I reach to you, oh gently calling
and though my eyes are wetly falling
on my lids, they are stalling
wishing you could BE.
Yet, alas, it's all but silly dreams
Still, no matter how dire it seems
I'll blow a kiss to you, my beam
To each starlight when I see
When I call upon