Imagination sometimes
Dances like a madman
At the periphery of my vision
Ducking into the shadows
Of empty thought
When I try to turn to see
But keep my words in check
As a portent of some future trap
Where I may catch the fiend
"Ah ha..I 've got you"
I may say to the fading dust
Of that which was-
-but isn't now
No cage or net
Except regret
May hold imagination down
It is not physical
It is not real
It is only a catalyst
A launching pad
Of fanciful flight
To space and beyond
Past time
Past colorful clouds
Of collapsing stars
And planets being born
A moonbeam slice of eternity
Spread across a lifetime
In just a minutes space
And yet I see it dancing
Just outside my periphery
"I see you"