II magination

Look Once, Look Twice
As the unreal supersedes the surreal
In which reality,
Becomes nothing more than Ideality
As we watch life as we know it,
Fade away to, Life how we want it.

Watching waving winds wild wonderfully,
As they blow everything away in their path.
Like a lawnmower cuts grass.
Or a blacksmith cuts brass
A gentle breeze, that blew through skirts and kissed knees
Has become a storm that disturbs seas,
Waves as high as skyscrapers turn into a wall of blissful bees
The ocean that is either blue and sparkling, or gray and menacing
Is now as sweet as honey, No longer threatening

This is the power of the gods
The ability to mend and bend existence
To create and destroy,
Given to us by life itself

Imagination.....