Flight of Fantasy

Come, together lets undertake a flight of fantasy,
tucked away among the meadows I have,
a wee little plane just for two,
you need merely to think and it takes you there,
its a secret invention just for us two.

It has no complicated gadgets to engage the frivolous mind,
it has but two chairs but with ample leg space,
it has a tiny fridge and a warm stove,
its little windows have red silk curtains, tied and tasseled,
and a wee little door to let us explore.

It flies fast yet its safe,
no rules, but those of joy, to it apply
its fuel is a smiling face,
its brake.... the tiniest frown.

It needs no landing place, nor any guiding lights,
to it, the directions are to run wild,
its coloured bright red so we know its there.
not the scorching desert heat deters it,
nor the frigid cold of the arctic blue.

It needs no company except us two,
all we have to do is think and it takes us there,
no treasure can dream to buy it, for its ours and ours alone
tucked away among the meadows I have
a wee little plane for two.