Imaginary::

Sorrow dripping from your lips
Singing sweet, so lost, alone
Find me here in darkness gloom,
Please take me to where your voice ascends
Take me to the places where it ends
And take my life right there, yours alone.

Let your softness wrap me like the moon
And be my sun in warmth so blue
Shine through my veins, translucent
Open am I to you, your voice
Is like a thousand rooms

Robes of violet, velvet eyed
Your eyes so wide, open to night
I hear your sweet voice lift
To the mountains lain in twilight
At 7 pm when dark awakens
Settles in valleys and creates new life
A landscape different to the eye
Take me there, I beg you so.

-Kimberly N. Hunt
written 1997 or early 1998 (?) 

(c) 1998, 1999