a fantasy wished into reality

i wished myself into a world of make believe

where, that evening, a fantasy was my reality.

i wished myself into a world of art

the ever ardent onlooking fan

yearning to absorb and swallow deep within,

 that which

i would never be able to perform 

but

could make mine...

through sincere

appreciation, affirmation, acknowledgement .

a fantasy?...oh yes...how i wished to be the ballerina

so elegant and expressive

so lost in the music of composers from time long ago

classical pieces of notes weaving through the auditorium

 violins strings...my favourite.

and by the end of the evening there was no need to wish myself into a world of make believe 

for

the reality played itself out on the stage

and 

i was one... with the ballerina.

RB.