It Was Just My Imagination

It was just my imagination. In all the worlds that I have seen, The sun’s rays have never shone so bright, As they do right now on this planet of ours. I pray to see this day last throughout the night. Eternal sunshine is needed to reveal, The lady I see in the depths of my mind. Her voice speaks of echoes of fondness, My fond memories of love are lost; never again will I be healed. But if I could find a lady like her, Maybe I could find a way to once more smile. I wish I could love her and once more see the ladies smile; No tears does she ever shed, for she is strong of heart. She is capable of inner strength, whilst I am fragile And forever locked within my own broken heart. A gift to her I wish to bring, As a peace offering; she is equity. The lady I have never met drifts into my soul And makes herself at home. Hopefully, permanently; not just temporarily. She is Gothic of soul and dresses like a Goth And that will draw me towards her always, In a desperate search for love. She is the last hope of the hopeless, Who has been ready to give up. I dream of her when I am awake And she swims inside my blood. She floats inside a vessel; she is created by me inside my brain. She breathes oxygen into my lungs And sends love flowing through my veins. She is a figment of my imagination, Who I am desperate to somehow make become real; Just so I could once more feel loved. Just so I could once more feel. I want to embrace her, But she is a non-entity who is out of reach. Still I am searching for a way to meet her, Each time I go to sleep. I am thinking about her as I lay in my bed, But she knows nothing of me and she never will. My thoughts will be about her, until I forget. She will spring back into my forethought’s, Whenever my body is still. And still I shall love her with every ounce of my heart; For she is my last sense of light, as I drift off into the dark. Soon she is gone from my head; I tried hard to not forget, But I can think of this kind of love no longer, For she is real only inside my imagination and not inside my bed. My ghost of a love drifts away from my attempts at amity. She floats away into the never to become just a memory. This is a tragedy. She is a vision, lost way up in the ether, Disappearing like a rocket ship shot into space. She was here once, now my sweetheart has evaporated And left my soul without a trace. Gone like the wind, she has blown through my heart. I felt her breeze blow through my life And now she and I shall forever remain apart. (C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.