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