Imaginary Woman

Bring your face a little closer,
Let me whisper in your ear,
Feel the soft rain falling,
Trace your finger through my tear.

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

Hurricanes blow meekly away,
Phantoms bow down on sight,
Of us like children playing,
Let’s celebrate 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 us in song.