Day Twenty-Nine -- Imagination

Copyright 2009.  Connor playing in the backyard.

*Here in the middle of imagination,

right in the middle of my head,

I close my eyes and my room's not a room,
and my bed really isn't my bed.

I look inside and discover things

that are sometimes strange and new.
And the most remarkable thoughts I think,

have a way of being true.

Here in the middle of imagination,

right in the middle of my mind,

I close my eyes and the night isn't dark

and the things that I lose, I find.

Time stands still and the night is clear,

and the wind is warm and fair.

And the nicest place is the middle of imagination

when I'm there.*

-- Ernie --