Imagination

@uootem

Sometimes, I ponder if there could be
a parallel version of this thing we call reality,
and wonder if what I want to happen could ever be
and if somehow you are there waiting for me.

Surreptitiously falling in love with you all over again each day,
thinking that it's the real thing... insanity some would say,
but dream I must, come what ever may.
singing love songs that I don't need to sing.
questioning if our past will somehow our future bring,
so that in our later days will we be loving.

Hoping those special moments are what we both treasure
the kind of moments no time can measure
those memories still bring my heart such pleasure.
smiling for people who never see beyond the mask,
don't know what I would explain if they were to ask
for keeping these emotions secret is no easy task.

It seems so unfair that our destiny is so belated
as I write another verse that shouldn't be created,
debating realities that needn't be debated.
creating confusion of words, and the way they are spoken,
losing at true love, thinking my heart has again be broken.
writing another poem, just a time-worn token.

But then isn't the world a stage, all of us actors?
often hiding our true passions, in so many levels, chapters?
are we all looking for those happily ever afters?
fairytale wanna-be's affecting the way our real life is,
making us feel that we are melancholy, needing that lustful kiss?
when all we are really after is the feeling of love we miss.

Wondering if colors of the rainbow are truly magic,
and if there really isn't a pot of gold, now that would be tragic
So I let my imagination take me to places unseen
and try to put into words what it is I truly mean.