I sing to sun struck butterflies

On flowery brooks, of verdant skies,

Of rain filled melodies and plaintive sighs

I spin golden yarns of humming fields

I conjure streams of rainbow trees,

And dream up strains of perfumed breeze

I streak through clouds on forgotten lores

On starry seas and satin shores

On sailing moons with silver oars

I fly to groves of gloaming dunes

In unknown lands of tides and tunes

I drink from founts of dancing hues

Dappled darkness. Fragrant light.

Tricky time and truant space

Are mine to rule and mine to bait.Image

I am Imagination.

Unbegotten yet.

Imagine me.

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