Fancies Fall
Like raindrops
Fancies fall like raindrops.
Is this my imagination
They soak into my mind
And take seed before formation
The mists of memories
Before my senses captured time
Soft whispering reminders
Songs uttered in rhyme
Are realities passing perceptions?
A thought or an idea
Or sheer silken inspiration
A smooth and salving panacea
On wings and gliding yonder
Then hovering in the sky
A piercing new reminder
Till raindrops begin to cry
Tears veil true reflections.
Evocations turned to mist.
Sheer vivid imagination
Passions inflamed and deeply kissed.
Formations of sensation
Dig deep within my mind
To places secret and hidden
Sometimes too difficult to find
Transported by imagination
To lands of curious fantasies
A haven in respite
A place open to analogies
I travel there each day.
To places not seen in the senses
Enriched and held by my mind’s eye
Providing perfect recompenses
©
David Rudder
2023
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