Imagine

When the nights are cold,

And I snuggle into my bed

Warm near the fireplace,

Nightlamps burning.

Changing sides,

Deep thinking.

In solitude

I’m reading a book

How the story unfolds

Revealing the truth.

The voices I hear

The scenes I imagine.

A dream or nightmare?

Which side of the wagon?

 

Drowning in sorrow

Or excited with joy?

I’m full of adventure

Ready to go on a ride.

Shutting my eyes

Another world opens

And then it begins

The journey so slow

I love the expressions

Full of emotions

Characters I build

With twists and turns

I’m lost midway

It’s morning when I return.



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