August 2010
Hopes of My Imagination
I see your face
in the deepest desires of my mind.
I reach out to the ghost
anticipating not just an aspiration.
I long to hear your voice
calling out my name.
Fully aware the shadows are mendacious
I hush my desires.
These arms about me
do not convey what I demand.
I weep tears never to be witnessed
that smile is false pretenses of my mentation.
Acquaintances identified by name
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