The Mystery of Imagination
As my eyes run across the page
I see no signs of existance
But then rises up a hurt child
Slowly limping forward, weeping,
Cries out into the darkness, "Help!"
She reaches out her hand, hoping
That someone would grab it, and pull.
Her figure fades away, she's gone.
My eyes run to catch her, still
Even though I know she's gone
It took one second to feel
the pain she felt, in me.
We made a connection, then.
She and I, I and she, We
My eyes run to catch her still.
The pain inside her eyes
The hurt within her stride
Her all is gon away
As if it were taking
My eyes run to catch her
I feel the pain she felt.
There she is, she's found
Beyond the pine trees
Sprawled out on the ground
Crying and weeping
May I help you, Ma'am?
She looks at me
Eyes filled with tears
And nods her head
I help her up.
Her hushed walk
Intrigues me
What happened?
She is
silent
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