she falls apart

I try hard
to push these images
away
these are the things
that I do not wish
to dwell in
to linger in
to smile at them
when they are as thin
as the fading air

these images are just
a mere fraction
of my imagination
that tends to run
wild
and free
and they grow
yes, they grow
until they seem big
much too big
for my simple mind
to comprehend

at times
with a guilty look
I’ll dwell in them
these images
because I know
that they wouldn’t
be fulfilled
not in this lifetime

I’ll smile at the brightness
of the beaming sun
I’ll wave to the choir
who sings my song
I’ll blow kisses over
to you
from across my shore
in hope that they’ll reach you
as the wind caress your cheeks
I’ll dream of the day
that we will meet

and we will
one day
we will

I believe