Questions

by Ronald Frosty Deere


 

How old are you?

Who are you?

I am not what you think I am.

I have not been born yet.

I am not what you want me to be.

I am only a lost soul without a body.

Even my blood is made of ice water.

I can not be seen by others

Only I can be seen by you.

As I am a figment of your imagination.

Together we can travel the world.

Only I am not ready to do so.

When that day comes you will know.

I will no longer be a figment of your imagination.

 

to Autumn Leaves, an online poetry journal
volume 12(8)
April 15, 2008
This poem is copyright © Jan 11 2008, Ronald Frosty Deere, all rights reserved.
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