I’m not here

its me
but i’m not here
i’m a figment of your imagination

if you want
you will find me
out where the eleflowers grow

but then
i may not be there
i may just be jumping in moon puddles

over there
frozen in time
by the icy fingers of the sun

Tint ©

This poem was first posted on Yahoo 360º. At the time, I was actually looking for a way to tell my friends that I was feeling low. Strangely, writing the poem pulled me out of that. Ah the power of words… at least, words that make no sense whatsoever : )