Writing From My Window

If I Could


If I could
I would dream
About love and fantasy,
Of the moon and the stars,
Of a loved one that’s so far.

Such a wonderful feeling,
I wish you were here,
Frolicking around the crescent-shaped

Even so
We’d go on our own adventure;
Just you and me,
Out to the sea.

Because I know all I want is you,
Only you
Keeping me company
In my mind,
In my dream.
But everything isn’t as it seems.

Note: This is a spin-off of the stream-of-consciousness I did last night. Strangely, I wrote in poetry. I edited it a bit, so it would flow and make sense.

I’m going to start attaching my own pictures to my post. I think adding a visual connection gives the meaning more depth.