Imagination
by Juan dela Cruz

only i could hear
my words, because they come
not from my lips,
but spoken by mind.
words
have beautiful meanings
in the imagination,
but are blurred
by recent memories.
in my thoughts
is the joy of childhood,
with simple things
that last
such as playing barefoot,
chasing dragonflies
until twilight,
and going home
before it is dark
to look for mother
who is cooking dinner.
no worries in bed,
but only the excitement
the next morning will bring.
there is joy in innocense
and richness in nature.
love is free,
and security
is not a concern
because of faith in God.