Imagination in Disguise

I like to surrender to my own quiet thoughts.
 
I can’t wait to get them on paper.
 
Do your thoughts comfort you, keep you company?
 
Or do they cast a spell over you, tell on you, or themselves?  
 
As I put words down on a brilliant white background they look as though they are floating just above the paper.  
 
At times I can’t type fast enough as my eyes chase them across the page.  
 
The paper absorbs the ink and feeds my mind as I read what the words have to say.
 
So, I imagine life inside my mind as I imagine my daily reflections.
 
In reality life can move in a quick lickety-split kind of way.  
 
In meditation you are only present in the moment.
 
And then I look up to see the crucifix hanging from the lampshade.
 
It’s always good to be comforted by prayer, we all need a kindred kind of love.
 
I will patiently wait until spring when the lilacs bloom.
 
Then I will embrace their fragrance and remember my youth.
 
I will soon feel a renewed sense of optimism.
 
And the darkness will fade away until night time falls once again.  
 
I will then find slumber beneath angel’s wings as winter snow begins to fall.