It's time for an adventure
Where and how is up to you
With fantastic tales and creatures
Where everything is new

Just use imagination
Pick a place nobody knows
Add a creature you invented
And let's see where the tale goes...

Griffins, witches, warlocks
Are in books upon your shelves
In castles, caverns, forests
With dragons, orcs, and elves

There are unicorns and magic
Things fantastic, born of old
Leprechauns and fairies
Guarding mystic pots of gold

You can choose your own adventure
Make them all do what you wish
You can have birds with legs of lions
You can have dogs with heads of fish

The choice for each adventure
Is yours and yours alone
You can have a sword that glitters
Or one that is stuck inside a stone

Kings and Queens and Princes
Fighting quests to win one's heart
With three headed bearded lizards
It's up to you just where to start

A wall that moves at random
Stairs that lead up to the stars
Submarines and Narwhales
Time travelling in cars

An adventure full of wonder
With a dog that sees through walls
A cat who sees the future
And a mouse who does duck calls

The key to each adventure
Is in the books, that you will find
Give birth to what is hidden
Deep inside your mind

Add wings to a small pony
And make a creature that now flies
Add snakes in places of fingers
Try that one on for size

Mother goose this isn't
This is fantasy by you
No one has set boundaries
Just do what you can do

I never imagined you, this way
a fixture in my line of sight
someone I wanted to look for
in a group walking by

you shook my foundation
while helping me to
hold on to myself
and everything I believe in

I never imagined you would
capture my thoughts
I have got to say
you really snuck up on me

With the sun shining  
on top of the pack.
Highlighting the day
up to the sky
tomorrow will come.

Burning in golden delights
a dreaming heavenly light
will uphold the earth’s
column on the high!

Tomorrow upon the evernew
apex of the dawn once again the sun
spilling the sublunary black box
will jot down one more heavenly
interpretation of its dreamlight.
Imagining on the tucked away
pure earthly wonder!

they said she was a dreamer
no clouds to veil her thoughts
a fantasy believer
her mind a maze of knots

she loved to live in make believe
talking to her porcelain kitty
thrilling stories she could weave
a pint-sized Walter Mitty

dreams can change as we grow
so it was for her
imagined prince became a beau
Oz became Big Sur

childhood fancies may pass away
with little pain or strife
but adult hopes, should they betray
can leave a wound for life

so many ways that dreams can die
some peaceful and humane
some burn out, or with a sigh
others outright slain

dreams can turn to nightmares
some live past their death
haunting those who called them theirs
once precious as each breath

but dreams can holy grace receive
and dreams can live again
hearts can heal, no longer grieve
and faith not be in vain

dreams can live on love alone
dreams shared grow stronger still
a dream fulfilled can be a home
or a castle on a hill

I can
Imagine spending my life
Drinking from your mouth
My red wine
Smoking your fingers
Geting high on your breaths
Touching every cell of you
Hearing their stories
With every cell of mine.
.
I can
Imagine waking up everyday
To your hair on my face
Your cold feet touching mine
Your stomach nagging for bacon
And your lips starving for a kiss
.
I can
Imagine you as happiness
And sadness
anger
peace
love
As ups and downs
smiles and tears
As roses and thrones
Heaven and hell
Fire and rain
as the good thing in every one of them
.
I can
Imagine you as life
As reality.

opened the window
recently
recently window
I discovered completely
quite recently

opened the window
the window opened me
the window opened wonders
imaginary cold
unreal as always

the window opened me
I flew like a bird
but where did she lead me
oh bird oh where
where am I in miracles she

25.12.18

Imagine, imagine; a drop of water is a world of its own,
a single snowflake a universe.
The time it took for its descent,
stars came to be, and planets forged.
From bacteria to man, in its lapse.
Nothing is ever what it seems to be;
there is always more than the eye can see.
Imagine, imagine; a starlit sky, the seeds of stars plucked,
planted across the sky to grow.
A star glows as it ripens,
it is consumed by the eternal dusk;
one little night amongst the stars that lit the sky.

Would you ever believe such a story?
It is profound but magical, isn’t it?