TAKING A TURN.

I walk with you in the depths of my imaginings,

A privilege shared with no-one else;

Into lands where feelings become the physics of nature,

And nature is a mans do's.

If I had this to myself, my imaginings wouldn't be a privilege,

But a has been re-occurring fantasy,

With meaning for self gratified thought

To wide open narrow mindedness to inward collection pieces.

But would I be or would it be this way?

One doubts even the spirit when it's lost or with nothing to hold on to:

At times of loneliness, as I walk with you into the depths of my imaginings,

I am privileged to be able to share with you

Things that have never been shared with anyone else before.