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 BLANK