Imagination Gone Wild
In a forest glade, I heard her voice
The grey tree spirit whispered
I wish to be as you are now
Place your hand on my shoulder
Remember the days when we were older.
Her image fleeting, my mind rushing
Handheld against warm bark
I could not call her back
I walk on, the beauty of her face in mind
The sad expression on half open eyes
Soft full lips I long to kiss
Imagination gone wild
Yet my heart recalls a time
When we were older…
©anitadawes 2020
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