On a Flight of Fancy
We’re miniscule mankind
In the air without a care,
a bolt out of the blue,
a fleeting flight of fancy,
hello, how do you do.
Are things changed, or rearranged,
flight can fictionalise,
and falsify the salient facts,
both of us realise.
I read about the residue,
the stuff you left behind,
we both heed though do not need,
we’re miniscule mankind.
A little fish in a dish,
with fancy summer salads,
swim and snorkel in the sea,
listen to Leonard’s latest ballads.
Struth, what is the real truth,
let’s just talk of love,
we don’t want to linger,
stars fall from up above.
In a trance, we do the dance,
now is where we are,
listen to the music,
come ride in my car.
Off we go, and do not know,
where the road leads to,
stop on a whim, for a swim,
let me take off your shoe.
On a flight of fancy,
life’s for moving on,
walk on the sand hold my hand,
the new track we tread upon.
©
David Rudder
27th October 2020
Thanks for reading.
