vortex of my imagination

 

In the deepest vortex

of all my imagination,

where worlds are born

and galaxies turn to

torn confetti snowdrops,

where angels sing,

and demons turn to dust.

Where light

and dark mingle to create

a whole new rainbow with

a pot of dreams sat at the end.

Where flowers grow in all new shades,

towering high above

like forests of the deepest love.

The most exciting thing would be

the fantasy of you and me, sat peacefully

doing nothing,

just gazing into our own heads

to share our storyline threads.

 

I could fight monsters from the deep

but that would only make a monster of me,

I could fly forever free,

but I'd be soaring away,

like a flight lost to history.

I could have all the wealth

of the world at my fingertips,

but from those fingers

blood would drip, and my heart

would sit empty in the slip of time

between a butterfly's beating wing.

But to spend that time sat

as we reclined beside an open fire,

listening to the flames sing,

would be divine, a moment of everything.

 

I could explore the stars, walk on Mars,

find the heart of the universe,

where the beat sits

just a little out of sync.

I could learn the languages

of every unearthly race,

find all the answers

to every question

that has sat quivering upon my lips.

I could shake them free 

and find the answers

to all of life's mysteries.

But this would still be an empty dream,

a restless sleep, a chance at life wasted.

I'd rather sit sipping at a future

sweeter tasting than any sugar-coated highs.

I could live in a world of loving sighs,

if we just embraced our raised heartbeats

and sat under the still moonlight

talking until sunrise.

 

I could fly to the edges of time and space,

looking over that chasm

into another realm entirely.

I could become anything

A hero, with the world at my feet.

A song with a unique beat.

I could overcome any feat.

I could mould from mind clay

a world where it's always the brightest day,

but soon that reality would melt away,

burnt by the heat of knowing

the pain of longing.

All of this would be a miss,

for if I found a four-leaf clover

my wish would be to just exist

and share an empty field with you.

Feeling that one true moment of bliss,

a shared glance and a heartfelt kiss.

 

 

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