Did I make you up?
Do you come from a book, a dream, a song I sing?
In my imagination, fascination, interpretation?
Are you real to feel?
Red blooded, heart beating, air breathing.
Did I create you from my begging needs?
Dying for a someone to fill my void
As high as the atoms can fly forever I cried.
Placed here for me to be more complete
I think so for, my ancestors truly know.
It’s too perfect to be really real.
Scary blending of chocolates and wines
Much too good for this imperfect span of time
A touch that relaxes my soul and empties my pains
Cinderella knows, for life is more fiction than fame.
This friend of yours we call Jeronamo.
King of the chiefs and many foes.
He fights hard for all that is fair, but for me…
Waiting, wishing, wanting, circling.
Lifes little windows do open from the wind.
Will you come in? Take me to your time and land, now.