By Jen Meyers  punkypeenut@hotmail.com
Date: 2 January 2000

Imaginary Heights

What whirls around would wake my soul
We would wonder while we twirl like so

I would sense you close but not open my eyes
You would hold me up to imaginary heights.

We never would end nor begin in a breath
The start is the finish but wide like the heath

And so is my mind as I dream of such sights
You would hold me up to imaginary heights.

But the moor I dream of has been set to limits
And the more I believe is the less I commit

Am I condemned to this solitary plight?
You hold me up to imaginary heights.