Imagine beautiful words, imminently bountiful, all
The one’s I have read
While being sick
And while simply wanting a fresh loaf of bread
while drinking wine, coffee,
fleeing from something wicked
and divorcing myself of pain
rejoicing in love
gaining yet again and again
while
planning a purchase
buying a house
planning a wedding
building a home
birthing a child
breathing a new dream
coming together
shattering apart like a scream
when lonely, together and
yet again feeling alone
a page turned, a dog-ear
a traveling mercy, a glance
a memory, a gentle knowing look
curved and straight and crossed over
and under as I drink my tea
the luxury, the challenge
the ever present friendship,
not just a cold book
Imagine the sentences creeping out
From the woodwork
The curves in my brain
Coming and gathering
Humming once, yet again
Characters, plots and drivel
Of page upon page
On the ocean, in the forest
A princess, an imaginary stage
The kiss, the sleep, the drivel
The loss, and the gain
Coming back to visit me again and again
I’m in it, living with it, I am within it
Imagine the little ones I curled through my tongue
In whispers while waiting on diagnosis
recovering from operations
and lobotomies of the heart
with plots cemented,
I never did come undone
Nor did I even dare fall apart!
Imagine…yes imagine!
the ones recited to me when I was still very young
joining together with those gathered
in twenties, thirties and decades beyond,
The ones marching in sunlight
And those taken despite shaded by rain
In sickness, and health
In happiness and in pain
Lined up soldiers forming words
Stamping their directives like war games
Across every page
Characters created elsewhere
Just for….
for my own personal imaginary stage
Picture them, a billion images
Vital, viral and gore
Them
One by one
Crawling into the blankets
The sheets
Of my death bed
I really want for nothing more!
Imagine those
Lovingly gathered,
Remembered with bliss
Repeated, mattered, and sealed
With a literary kiss
The stories, their sentences
The that’s and the things that happened like this
Traveling across the miles of time
Stroking the moon, your moon and mine
The ones ingested in morning
And regurgitated back, endeared to me
By mid-afternoon
The ones I saved, rewritten
Painted on walls, left there with swoon
Those must be saved
For the wealth of visitors, one and then all
There’ll be no phone call to make
I will not be scared when
Happily ever after arrives
The sentences will re-warm me
I will not be alone
In “the endâ€
When its time for me to die
I’ll be covered in stories,
Warmed by the sweetest fairy tale
For all of those sentences
Will gather together
And forever remain
Bury me with pages, one from every nook
They will keep me, repeat to me
And remove from me all pain
Books have sustained me
Bled with me
Cried with me
Please bury them in my blankets
Sheet upon glorious well worn sheet
Please don’t send me away
With no literary relief
Stash them, and stow them
In each crevice galore
When you think you have brought enough
Please bring me some more!
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The sentences will hug me, protect me
No lie
Bury me under words, counted in thousands times more
Please promise me
For then you have no reason to cry
As I will read through my death bed
And forever after find joy
And if you torch me
Like I say that you really should and you just must!
Add all of my pages, my books I adore
Burn us together, together forevermore
Then scatter us on beaches, on sand, and on the shore
Like the prettiest sea shells, turned dust unto dust
Note to Keith: Don’t forget to throw in the “leg†books…
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