When Imagination imagines – <br />Her frame she drapes in red. <br />Fine white pearls her neck circle <br />Like a ring – it's said. <br /> <br />Walks she then down Childhood's street – <br />Proceeding in high heels. <br />Crispy leaves the edges line <br />Like a rope – that reels. <br /> <br />Imagination – Childhood meets – <br />Beneath the tree of Destiny. <br />Ponder they – their secret bond – <br />Why existent it must be. <br /> <br />Arrive – they do – at Age's grave- <br />Lit by Freedom's moon. <br />Fireflies to them sing – <br />The autumn breeze joins soon.<br /><br />Amy Marie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-imagination-imagines/
