But a phantom of imagination
Dancing on a downy breath of a kiss
Searching for her lost soul
In the midnight moist mist.
Deep with in the tangled jungle of her mind
Looking for a story to rhyme
She is out to spend a dime
And get hooked in the story line.
She is but a phantom of imagination
Dressed in purple velvet of condemnation
She is sailing swiftly in the air
Taking no one without a care.
She’s the keeper of your dreams
All your childhood schemes.
Caught up on the window screen
Lost within just a human being…
She spies an indigo lake she straddles
Along her ID she paddles
She will do the battles
With her earthly travels.
Sailing along on the crisp clear azure water
She wonders around but doesn’t falter
Keeping he ID from the fodder
Of her mundane minds border.
She is but a phantom of imagination
Living long ago with fascination
Kissing the indigo sky with lips of gold
Lost within her soul and growing old…
© Eva Marie Cagley
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