Just my imagination

Painting by Petr Ldin

As I gaze through the window, I was hoping
to see her standing there on the street
Waving her hands, gesturing and smiling
in a manner so becoming of her as if to greet
Her welcoming actions so very telling
in that she’ll truly like to meet

Smilingly, I gestured back; feeling glad
and waving my hand asking her to come in
She looked so agreeable, so vivaciously clad
silently saying she was thinking the same within
But all of a sudden a jolt arose, I’m so sad
it was just my imagination tricking me again

What can I say except that I’m so smitten
that I tend to hallucinate; by choice
Every scene in her image; I liken
and every sound comes as her voice
Just as she’s near me I hearken
even thunderous blaring is sweet noise

It’s just my imagination; but so sweet
keeping me hopeful and confident
Summoning on those lovely beats
oh, my heart is so belligerent
Making my mind want to cheat
and there could not be any deterrent

She was so fine but I saw not
now I’m humbled; wanting and pining
For she’s someone my time forgot
and I’m left wailing and whining
It’s just my imagination; it’s on a trot
driving me insane, I’m just a lining

Author: J. Sam Barr

Greetings from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.

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