imagine waking up in a place
where your dream could become a reality
and where the impossible can be possible
it's amazing isn't it,
you can let your imaginations run wild
but be wary
it's also the place where nightmares can hide

~soft hue comes down on us swimming behind the eye
perfectly twilight as myrtle and coral drip down the cliffs;
sea, envelop us, wash us cleaner than we ever could be
tonight i drift languid under the nectarine sky, a new burning light from some ancient antiquity

calls out, amorous, to the sealine,
starboard and port, a vaulted firmament;
for hope will surface in this prescient summer
and abundance will burn in valleys of shoal
and endless sojourn.

and so, with plum-frayed hands,
in dusk's ardent whisper
'tis all remains folded in my scattered memory
rendering all things equal~

Imagine the bombed-out fields of Japan,
Wandering families with no food.
A little girl soothes her brother,
Who is so hungry, he must cry.
“Let’s imagine a menu,” she tells him
And the tears stop for a while.
Many years later, her son will say,
Of a balloon without a skin,
“There’s no point if you don’t imagine it.”
Imagine Britain after the Blitz,
Young man roaming the streets
Mind craving, surviving on 45 records
From the USA. How could he help
But become an artist and rebel?
Picture the canyons of New York City,
Where galleries peek like jewels in the dust.
The girl from Japan and the British boy,
Both imagining something more.
She sets up a ladder to the sky,
He wanders in and climbs it
And to all his questions, especially “Why?”
She has imagined a small and simple “Yes.”