Reflection, Recollection: The Goddess of My Imagination
dawn.
to where shall i go/ now then i found out/ in this season of blinking lights/ i saw myself walking/ along night-chilled streets/ my mind is fleeting/ wondering if the some person from France/ is enjoying the sound of cobblestones/ as his feet meet stone/ as he walk along European roads/ as much as i do/ as much as i enjoy walking along/ a lane lazy houses/ like me not noticing/ those whom own the night/ morning street sweepers/ insomniac youth/ dogs barking on my thief-like imagery/ morning persons inhaling/ fresh morning air/ not noticing the sun/ eager to smile/ smile like those children earlier/ i wonder/ if they receive their gifts/ cause i haven’t got mine/ but who hell cares/ i ‘ll just walk this road/ then i think of you/ you the goddess of my imagination/ and i smile/ and cherish this season/ that celebrates the so-called birth/ and i look up to the heavens/ to the purple cotton candies/ then seek The High Power/ god of us agnostics/ and thank Him/ for i can now make a prose/ divided by annoying slashes/ and publish it into some world/ of data bursts and / electric-impulse driven ideas/ for the world of conjoined minds/ for the world where our souls centrifuge/ around a blazing ball of data/ to see/ this prose/ that i/ dedicate/ to..
her smile.
