I’m A Figment Of Your Imagination

Judy J Newman

Rutherford, New South Wales

Australia

 

Oh, don’t mind me, I’m not really here, just something caught in the corner of your eye
You heard me whisper? No, not I, just the breeze softly moaning, my dear
I haunt you, taunt you, sometimes you believe I have passed by
I’m a figment of your imagination, though at times I am real, as I whisper in your ear

You find me in the strangest places, doing the weirdest things, but I was never here
You watch for me every day, I know not why, as I have never been
You talk to me, secrets, I keep them, of course, my poor dear
Though you have sought me, and thought you caught me, you have never really seen

I am a figment of your imagination, your constant companion, but I was never here
You gave life to me, though you could never do so, quite
Like the mist on a cool morning, I too drift away, my poor, poor dear
I am a figment of your imagination, I am not here, I am the light

The light, which in the daylight burns, but is not seen, except to one
The second rainbow, that is there, but somehow not, ’tis I
You search for me, you hear me whisper, I am not here, you are the only one
Perhaps one day you will lose sight of me forever, and watch instead, the birds flying on high

Bio: Judy was pondering what an imaginary friend might tell their REAL friend.