In the Imaginarium
Asking us to open
We have no understanding
Life as we think it is not possible
The stars and waters of the ocean
As we see them are not possible
Relax and open and don’t worry about
What might lie beyond
The last lonely star is born
Lives and dies alone in the frozen darkness
At the end of light
The sea washes deep
Beyond the last heavenly mark
Where the angels can no longer fly
Open your minds
Open your hearts
Open your hands
And be thankful for what comes
Author Bio:
Patricia was born in Kansas and has the wind flowing through her dreams. She was happily transplanted to California where she continued her education from the 7th grade through college. She has taught public school, been a private tutor, worked as a graphic artist and is currently working as a piano accompanist for the high school choirs in the little California valley town where she lives. She reads and writes in every spare moment.