I am just a product of your imagination.

little girl
    who dreamed me up
    do not wake until
    the morning sun rises
    and the myst of the
    night has been
    burned away

I am just a product of your imagination
something you have
thought up as you walked along
those streets at night
the rain birthing from those clouds
and you
alone
cold
you needed someone
and there I was

But when you wake,
I will be gone
never really having existed
only whisps of smoke
in the synapses of your mind
and an empty place
when you lay in bed.


-kmt
©2008

do not dream of me

do not dream of me
but know i will dream of you
in incandescent city skylines
and the purple misty swirl
that rises out of
sidewalks cracked.

you
with any other name i would still know you
any other face i would still see you
you
with different bricks and mortar i will still know you
with different paint i will still know you
with different sketches and scars i will still know you
and every curve, shape, and twist of skin will still be
mine

and i will cover you as a sea covers the rocks below it
and fill you with my breath
so that every piece that may come away from you
has once been touched by me

if happiness is but a dream
then i will sleep forever,
and forever search for you.


-kmt
©2008