Imagination

On a cold winter night
I dreamt of the beach
I’ve never been there
It’s just beyond my reach

I travel the cosmos
Using a phased mind warp
I hear sweet music
It’s a harp

I have
A very active imagination
Since I was little
I daily seek sanctification

I want to fly
High above in a plane
But alas, I’m afraid of flight
I don’t want to go insane

I want to ride
A wild horse
But it’s too dangerous
Of course

I want to swim
In the ocean
But I’m scared
Of the motion

I will climb a tree
To see the park
If I go high enough
I’ll spot a lark

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2025