Imaginary Woman

Bring your face a little closer,
Let me whisper in your ears,
Feel the soft rain falling,
Trace your fingers through my tears.

Because my love is still growing,
My dream laughs loudly at me,
Your smell, intoxicating,
My joyful tears, love’s guarantee.

Hurricanes blow meekly away,
Phantoms bow down upon sight,
Of us like children playing,
Let’s celebrate our love tonight.

For soon our shadows will fade,
A forest of time will be gone,
As the windblown rush of leaves,
Writes an ode to our spirits in song.