I imagined you again. You come to me in my dreams,
And I might as well try and reach up and pluck the stars,
To hang on my library wall, as try and close you from my mind.
I imagined you again. You visited me in my thoughts,
Where I urged you to leave me to contemplate more simple visions,
Like holding back all of the seas with the sweeping of a broom.
I may as well tie my trousers with Orion’s Belt or melt the Himalayas
For you are a locked thought, a remembrance and a vision frozen.
You are my blue sky, you are my rustling wind, my smell of spring,
I may as well try and take the green from the trees with a teaspoon.
I may as well try and lift and move the rivers like a rug,
Than try and cast you from my thoughts.
I will imagine you again. You come to me in my dreams.
Thank you M