WHAT I IMAGINE
What I imagine
cannot be contained
within this frame,
within the context of blood.
What I imagine
is more than insane
unchanging refrain
between the blood and the brain.
What I imagine I cannot express.
What I imagine is Love, and no less.
And what I imagine is dreaming,
but for Thee.
What I imagine will occupy this frame,
and make of this frame
an expression of its Beauty
once again . . .
What I imagine I cannot express.
What I imagine is Love, and no less.
And what I imagine is dreaming,
but for Thee.
© 1996, Aislin Hamilton
