TOUCHING THE MIRAGE

For Ryan Gage...

You enticed me into a fantasy,
well your smile it had me hooked
and the pixels projecting you seemed to say:
Come find me beyond the H.D.!
But I had no idea then who you were -
until the final credits rolled.

Well now the mirage has a name
it's fuelled some kind of obsession.
Yes you've stepped from the screen
and into my head -
though still insubstantial as air,
yet the stranger is taking over.

Don't they say that wishing hard enough
can make a dream come true?
Well last night as we danced, black curls
softly caressed my face
and dark brown eyes sent my pulse
racing into outer space.

A picture of you in period costume
standing with your head held high.
Oh God! What have you done to me?
But how can this be you?
I've seen him in a history book.
It's Louis the thirteenth of France!

So where are you -
then or now?
And where does that leave me?
Teetering on the edge of reality
between delusion and heightened cognition.

Oh what the heck...

Will you dance with me, your Majesty?
You see, that twenty-first century man,
your alter ego is out of reach.
So it might as well be you! ;)