Just My Imagination
Are you more than just my imagination?
Is your call only my inner, silent plea to
be released from this lonely desperation,
this hollow, unfulfilling need?
I see you walking in the fields at night
and I feel you touch me in dawn's early light.
I smell your English lavender the same as
when you were here. Is it you, really my
Dear?
Is it you who ripples the water when I am
at our favorite creek and is it you that kisses
the tears from my cheek? It can't be just my
imagination for I feel you are here, who else
would have followed me throughout all these years.
Is it you my Love or just my Imagination?
Sharon Gulley
05/17/2014
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