For my Jason---


Phantasia


Whirling colors of pink and red
bright, soft twinkle lights
trying to speak, but nothing is said
I feel my wings begin their flight.
Cinnamon Apple lingers in the air
white feather-down comforter taunts
strong graceful hands run through my hair
our love is ours to flaunt
Roasted marshmallows from the fire pit
a trail of smoke from your cigarette
a warm cup of coffee is the perfect fit
a symbol of when we first met
Wearing your sweatshirt; I smell your cologne
I cannont eat, I'm stuffed from your love
exchanging each other's past on the phone
You are the answer to my prayers from up above
With you I fell hard; fell something furious
like the magical theories from Asia,
you intoxicate me, you make me delirious
for you are my Phantasia.


I learned in a Philosophy class that Phantasia is the highest sensory perception.From this I was inspired.

--Alana