Hidden faces behind my imagination
 	 
			Free

				In-descriptive

	These souls rest in the quiet behind my storm
	I'm holding back this storm of mine
	Never fully   there   nor fully   here
	The desire for the unattainable 
				will drive me mad

		Fully join them?
 
		Not Wholly

	  	Only
     			Looking...
				   Seeing...

		Past ghosts close by

	They wait to dive with me

       		Imagination fly!!!

			Then...

           			SPLASH!!!

	Reality and I are one
	Washed clean of these souls of mine
 			Until I dry
		And see them standing there
		Ready to fly