A Fantasy

I wait with bated breath to see
Sparks fly from the tip of a wand
I listen with eager ears to hear
An owl screech, its message is clear.

I tremble to feel
A dark caress
I fail to realize
This fantasy is not reality.

I have lived much of my life
Wrapped in the silky embrace of 
A book of enchantments...
happily losing myself within its pages.

My reality is not my desire
My desire is with his clever words
His hair, his eyes, his soul...
I drink deeply from the cup
Of magic and wait for his call.