You said you do not like

Silly books of fantasy.

But what remains without them?

Just analysis and games.

(And even they do not escape it.)

I cannot see this world

Except with fantastic eyes

That dream

Imagine

Hope.

Puck magicks Shakespeare now

And angels message God.

The truth lives in the gap

Between

What is and what

Might be.

Fantasized, we journey

We soar.

Dreamless, we only sleep.