Imagine Life With ImagiNatioN


I feel the breath upon my back and the ever-orange on my face, as I stare into the east from whence she blows on an evening day.
I have known sweet love concieved in quiet nights of passion that sweetly lingers in the morning haze. When cold sheets hit my stillborne skin must my heart smile fade away?
To dare to dream has risks unknown to those who fail to try.
Do I?
possess the strength to bring dim reality into play,
to rise to the brilliant call of of imagination, or simply shade myself in grey?
A tricky fit are the pieces of my puzzle like most life's beautiful games.
Unsure of what the final picture holds, what matters most is that I choose to play.