Imagine

poem: imagine what was, what could have been, and what is anew

"Imagine"


Imagine the times that were
and what memories could have been.
Imagine the songs sung just for us
and all the playful times then,
when we teased, chuckled, and giggled
like grown-up young'ns at play.
Now you are gone and I am way over here
pondering why wouldn't you stay.

Now imagine me penning stories
about bent trees and stones that weep.
Imagine the telling of tales of floral wallpaper
humming to birds who have lost their tunes.

Imagine books filled with blank pages
where poems write themselves only
in the minds of readers.

Imagine blurred paint running amok
across stretched canvases.
Truth of the scene known only
to the crying eyes of the painter.

Imagine pretend stars pasted on ceilings
blinking night ballads of hope to my inner child.
A slice of moon draws blue shadows on the walls.

Imagine my empty ink-filled quills
scratching out sad notes in the sand
of love missing and endangered.
Upon which the Universe then reads
and vows to re-unite separated lovers,
like you and me, and me and you.

Then imagine trees rise up to reach the sun-bright sky.
Stones laugh with glee, and birds sing along
with the floral hymns bursting alive in the fields.
Poets pen pages of love sonnets in bound books.
Artists portray their poetic impressions
of two lovers embraced under a galaxy of stars.

Now imagine you with me, and me with you.
There is no distance, nor sadness
between two kindred spirits found together or apart.

Imagine love and peace in the minds and hearts
of all humanity for all times;
in a world where kindred spirits are forever united.



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