Fantasyland

Be Forewarned, it's long, it's epic, and it's beautiful.  I would love feedback.  Night before last I did not sleep.  I had an idea for a poem (this poem) and spent seven hours, throughout the night, writing it.  I'll sleep some other day!!!  Enjoy...

Fantasyland

My beloved, My beloved

Her thoughts are flooding into my mind,

I feel something starting to form

Another one of a kind;

How will I tell it?

What am I going to say?

Maybe a poem, maybe a quote,

Maybe simply and essay;

Then what should I tell you

What wisdom should I impart?

I’ll tell you about my yearning

Yes, I know just where to start;

Let’s start with my heart

Where my beloved resides,

It’s where my inner child

Always runs and hides;

Me the child

Her the child bride,

A world of our own

Your rules defied!

I’ll tell you of our world

Until now you didn’t know,

Our secret hiding place

Where only we can go;

It’s a magical, mystical place

Where the cats are purple and green,

The dogs run backwards

And nothing is as it seems;

What we see and do

Would probably make no sense,

From an outsiders perspective

And what our union represents;

Yet it’s where our prayers are answered

And love is always the theme,

And dreams are reality

And reality is only a dream;

It’s where I see us and our future

I’ve visited many times before,

And although we call it Fantasyland

It is home to the one I adore;

She has free reign there

Beware if looks could kill,

‘Cause if you visit Fantasyland

My beloved has free will;

Yet you cannot visit there

It’s in another dimension in time,

The only way you’ll know about it

Is if you follow my meter & rhyme;

So follow along if you dare

Be careful what you ask for,

This is more than just a story

More than just Poe’s Nevermore;

For Fantasyland is in my mind

It’s where my beloved and I can exist,

Her the ruling Queen

Me just a Poet & Essayist;

For I’m there to entertain her

And to fulfill her every need,

A life for a life

This is what we’ve agreed;

But there is nothing to take for granted

My beloved MUST know,

Will I PROVE my LOVE

Or is it all just for SHOW???

I prove it time and again

No matter the task,

My beloved knows

All she has to do is ask;

If she says, “Take a beating”

I say, “Yes ma’am,”

And when it’s over I’ll say,

“Would you like me to do it again;”

If she says, “Jump”

I’d say, “How high,”

Without question, for her

I live, and die;

 But Fantasyland’s a nice place

There’s nothing to second guess,

She only has to ask

The answer is always yes;

And in our world

We cuddle all day,

Look, Touch, and Kiss,

This is how we play;

We communicate all day

Without uttering a word,

We had to learn this

For we could not be heard;

We would be ostracized

By society at large,

It’s only in Fantasyland

Where we are in charge;

We were so far away

Yet oh so near,

We found ways to communicate

Yet we always lived in fear;

It was in Eden we lived

Like Adam and Eve,

Everything they had

Is what we believe.

For God created Eve

And my beloved too,

And if you ever meet my beloved

You’ll know this is true;

My beloved is so beautiful

I see her every night,

I may be bi-polar

But I have amazing insight;

Dream after dream

She is always there,

Deep inside my mind

Who else would care?

And in picture after picture

In the scrapbook I made,

Fantasyland is glorious

My beloved came once and stayed;

And with my pictures and my poems

I’ve created a world from nothing,

A place we could exist

Where nothing became something;

Yes, my scrapbook has it all

Caught the essence of romance,

And of course there’s my beloved

And all of her elegance;

She is the only female

And I the only male,

Us the only two

There we prevail;

We need no one else

We have each other,

Never wanting more

Never needing another;

I think of Noah

Noah and his Ark,

Two by two

Where we could go and embark;

And lastly in Fantasyland

We live in a lawless frontier,

We are only bound by nature

Society we do not fear;

We simply Love each other

Your laws do not apply,

I know you want to change us

But it’d be futile to try;

For we in Fantasyland

Decide what’s right and wrong,

Most of what we believe

Is written in song;

So, although you’ll never see it

I can tell you first hand,

That me and my beloved

Rule Fantasyland!