The Depth of My Imagination

I have always had a vivid imagination, as a child, I could make up stories in my head; then, I began to write them down on paper, but a story was too long, so poetry was the answer. Now, even at night watching the moon, I am taken away on a fantasy journey beyond; especially, a full moon, so mysterious and soothing, I let it take me until the birds are calling. Sometimes, I stand on top of a mountain, with a view of valleys and streams flowing below; it is like I can touch the clouds, fly with the birds, and in my trance, I let myself fall, fall, falling. A river is roaring past me as I stand still, among the towering trees, and I hear him coming; a beautiful velvet brown horse running towards me, he stops and I get on and away we gallop. But, there are also things in the shadows, things that frighten me and things lurking; I must be careful in this dreamy infinite world, for there are evil spirits waiting for my soul. The darkest hour is just before dawn, when I must fight my way back into reality; I have a dreadful fear that one day, I will be lost, in the depth of my imagination. ______________________ September 27, 2017 Verse/The Depth of my Imagination Copyright Protected, ID 945166 Written for the contest, Image Me A Poem sponsor, Mystic Rose First Place