Beloved Fantasy

So many times
I've dreamed of you:
heard your voice whisper my name
watched your body move
but it was never real
only a beloved fantasy
I never knew the scent
that is yours and yours alone
nor how your lips would taste
molded with mine.
In my dreams
I could hold you
love you
in the dark of midnight
laugh with you
in the light of day
But always the dawn came
tinting the horizon palest pink
and wakening the sleeping sun
Your image would fade
shimmer
in the morning mist
only to be a beloved fantasy

Now, I know your touch
Now, I know your scent
Now, I know your kiss
Fantasy has become flesh
warm and alive
real
And the love I feel for you
outshines the rising sun