The Fabulist

You, mystical fabulist
that you always have been
told endless tales of the
future and I believed them
all, every one. For
you were my knight
and I was your lady
even though we were
only children. And as
children we were
captivated by stories, so
you told them and I
listened, enraptured. And
nor can I nor would I now
claim that none of those
tales transformed
from the hope of belief
to the presence of reality
for each of them was
a pledge, embroidered by
passion and love. And,
my dear, I thank you
for each one you entrusted
to me and I trusted of you
was realized and lived
and has kept us
enmeshed in that
web of fantasy that
managed to become reality.