This is a book of poetry, a book about one man’s fantasy. Poetry comes in many guises and is inspired by untold things, events and people. As with many people, I have had many experiences and some of them I wonder where the hell they came from. Those experiences have been the inspiration for much of what I have written. I have traveled all over the world and have met many wondrous people and they have been part of my inspiration. My love poems came in flashes some days and some days I agonized over a poem for long periods of time. My relationships with women have been a disaster, to say the least and I think the Creator gave me fantasy so I wouldn’t despair too much. Somewhere, I was fortunate to glimpse, to be with, to touch, however briefly, beauty and grace, intelligence and style, innate kindness and humor in a woman. That was my inspiration for my love poems. Never mind that none of it worked out. I am eternally optimistic that somewhere that lady with the Celadon eyes will be waiting.