Are You Real!

Are You Real!

Underneath my quilt am hibernating
For I want not to move it's cold;
Lying here pen & paper in hand
Out of my window
As I gaze at the horizon far
Across the water from me
Where are you!
Wherever will you be
Are you real;
A figment, of my imagination
A phantom playing, tricks with me my mind
Yet here I lie thinking of you
Running away with me my thoughts my mind.
Standing on top of my world
Gazing far & wide
Imagining beyond that mountain high
That valley that hill on top of my world
Whispering in the breeze the wind
Between the trees, my words whispering
Undulating before me dancing in the breeze
Rustling amongst the leaves whispering
Across the valleys,
I see indolently before me
Dancing in the breeze my words
Reaching to you carried in the wind
Jumping skipping, hollering your name
Echoing in the wind
Throwing back at me with disdain
Words I want to hear
Listening to me not wrestling refusing
Carrying my words to you;
Echoing, through me fragmenting
Laughing at me assiduously
Conversing with the wind I try
When you not near
But it refuses to hear what's on my mind
Standing my ground looking all around, me
Looking forlornly within, me
I want not to see he laughing at me
Fragmented
Broken into a thousand pieces my mind
Like a jigsaw that piece always missing
Lost in the recesses of my mind
Carried in the extremities of me
Higher must I climb for that elusive piece!
Missing in my minds, mind;
Across the way, I see he rushing on to me
On top of my world joining me, will he!
Stretching my arms reaching, He
He's smiling at me!
Standing my ground running I must not be
He must come to me
That's the crux, does he want me!
Musn't be carried away impulsively
That's inherently within me
Must wait & see,
Whatever will be will be;

                   By Connie James...