All Day Long I Dream a Little Fantasy

by Skye Haerrington

All day long I dream a little fantasy
of you and I and white horses
all wrapped up nicely in my imagination
with a ribbon of hopeful foolishness
Scene set, I search a Labyrinthine heart
for a needle in a haystack where
hay does not exist, a wall was there
where it once was not and I turn again
to find it open, a field of flowers poison
to a heart that would love like no other if given
a chance. Empty, sand and dust, a barren valley
of death that was once a home to life, waterfalls
and blooming blossoms on a spring day.
Autumn appears too quickly. Oh royal courtroom,
fickle in your rash decisions and revisions, the
difference between life, death and King's favor.
What am I to know, lowly jester that I am and
ever will be as cruel fate has cast me here for
some quickly forgotten reason easily turned into
a game of revenge. But what is fate, hardened
as she may be, in the scheme of things? She
has had no hand in this and has never held your
heart. The ramblings of a mind lost to incoherent
feelings and dejected rejection.