I imagine....

 

To imagine is to conjure the mind

entering into the folds of desire and fantasy

To lie in a solitary darkened room

images flash to and fro at random

We construct our dreams to suit ourselves

others arrive unannounced to charm us

Journeys are undertaken and the past relived

faces and places return to haunt us

Intense sadness and the joy of exhileration

take part on a stage of our making

We pull the strings or others pull them for us

as we dance, move and have our being

A pang of guilt, desire quenched

as our very soul joins the mind in unison

Lurid colours exchange glances with shadows

we roam along thoroughfares and across fields

Nature is the backdrop, imagination the play

We induce thoughts and command the venue

Imagination lives within us alive

it is our recreation for us to see

In it we achieve the impossible

and prompt the probable

It is only for us to see

a private viewing