I originally wrote this in college, but in 2014, I rewrote four lines which I felt were inadequate.
Fantasy, by Anneliese Kvamme
We sailed across the billowy sky
In fantasies supreme.
The moon became our vessel sound
In this romantic dream.
And ‘neath our feet we saw the earth–
The mountains and the plains–
While drifting o’er the ether
Wove the mermaids’ haunting strains.
The laughing breezes blew my hair
And set my eyes alight
As, giddy in our freedom there
We felt we ruled the night.
Sapphirical the starlight shone,
Then ruby-red, the sun,
‘Til ripples obscured images
And I awoke, just one.