Awaiting the kiss

If only I could blow a kiss

to a fairy in the mist

I would follow her rainbow tail

to whatever tale she lists

I can for instance take you

to merry go beyond

where all is happy

an no one is in bond.

I can take you even higher

to bliss, if eternal wills

where the moments are joining

competing to watch their wrists

The best bracelet being

the one that most submits

to a lady or mister Time-zone

that has its pleasure in bits

I venture on, releasing

the fairy lady I held in my fist

I had to protect her ending somehow

otherwise mine would also be missed

Now back to the kiss in the present

where my dreams are still fog and wit

awaiting impatiently, fervent

for my prince-ess-turned-frog's hit