I stand looking over the ocean,

I spread my arms and embrace the wind,

The all-knowing sage of life.

I close my eyes, yet in doing so I open them to the secrets that so many hide from.

I open them into my fantasy life, into my beautiful dreams.

I tilt my head back, waiting for sunset.

The colors invade my mind and I smile.

I laugh into the wind, I whisper secrets that will be carried to other's ears, but they won't know.

I stand until nightfall, I wait for nothing,

But I'm waiting for something.

I become a part of my fantasy, I am my fantasy.

And suddenly I'm not alone anymore.

I feel warm hands around my waist, a tickle spread over my lips.

And tears fall from my face out of joy and sorrow,

For the wind teases me, torments me, makes me happy.

But I know that someday I won't need it anymore.

Someday I'll have the warmth around my waist, the tickle on my lips,

And it will be real.