Walk with me

Walk with me
In the empty vastness
of my imagination…
the deserts
with dried up oases
where even mirages
seem surreal

For years
I’ve have dreamed
in black and white
with a tinge of blue
that wipes out
even the trace of rainbows,
in its monochromatic excesses

I’ve wandered
into imaginary woodlands
Dismissed unicorn sightings
as hallucinations,
And died a hundred
deaths poisoned by the vines

But I’ve believed in you
Even as I walked alone
on those never-ending roads
and crossed shuffling sand-dunes
taking over yet another
cherished epitaph of civilization

Like a man possessed by your signs,
everywhere –
in the fragile tranquility of the ponds,
in that tiny flower on that corroding rock,
in the call of the winds,
the soft shells, and their prints
in the semi-dry sands;
the languid flight of a flycatcher

I’ve followed all those leads
To find you
And yet I’m afraid
The vast emptiness of
my imagination
will come between us
once again

Will you (walk with me)?