IMAGINATION
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.
I am Imagination.
Unbegotten yet.
Imagine me.
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