in the world of my imaginings

in the world of my imaginings

it all started with a dream

and i dreamed of her nightly

and daily too

she slowly waxed her persona

into my every waking thought

she was the moon of my night sky

the light within my darkness

i never knew was there before

yes

she was the skin

to the body of my consciousness

and she held me together

well

yes, she was tight

right now as i close my eyes

she is there painted indelibly

on the inside of my eyelids

in 3 D

dancing joyfully

waiting for my arrival

and here i am

ready to submit again

to the love again

of her presence

again

just how can i explain to you

what she makes my mind do

for she is the stasis

for my basis

my Ying and my Yang

and to me

it ain’t no thang

for i would have it no other way

i remember the day i met her

i think

or was that a dream as well

well, i can no longer tell

where my reality became my fantasy

or is it my fantasy

became my reality

for to me

she is real

and i can feel

every lyrical movement

of her soul

as she cajoles

the best of me to come forth

and impart my heart

with all of who i am

the realness

or the surreal-ness

matters not

for in the world of her and i

i am sweating

to the dance of love

and i have forgotten my anguish

and there is no language

save that of poetry

by which i can express her

and dress her

in a way you can understand

and right now,

i have been away a bit too long

for i hear the calling

that melodic song

of enchantment

demanding my return

yes, my return to the fire

that i may fulfill my yearning

as this burning inside of me rages

to be quenched

satisfied

satiated

and i am so elated to do so

and this desire will not be denied

nor defied

so i return to my dream

and i dream the dream of bliss

and the holy kiss

she imparts upon my lips

in the world of my imaginings

© 9 April 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.