Catch the wind
 

Where to my love, my darling girl,

If I should have the means,

To take you anywhere you wish,

Beyond your wildest dreams?
 

What silhouette might first I see,

As you depart the ‘plane,

Or might it be a rocket ship,

On a planet far away?
 

Your wildest dreams are wonder dreams,

No rules to bar the flight,

No runway that cannot be reached,

No plea to land denied.
 

What vehicle might you best select

what colour, make and trim,

A sports car or a limousine,

A coupe to catch the wind?
 

Would you sit behind like royalty,

Or sit up front with me.

Your chauffeur for the journey,

Your guide to make-believe?
 

© Joseph G Dawson