Dedicated to Imaginary!

Imaginary

To me you were a giver of the word
Enlightening others in your poems they heard
Poetry became your slave
Those pleasured moments of your pen, you gave
Enthralling all, in what you do
Giving an insight of a life they knew
Sad so sad, that gift of life had gone
But words cast down on paper, now carved in stone, will now live on
Your written work could never measured
But saved, kept, valued, and treasured
As long as your words and poems are not lost or begotten
The memory of you will not be forgotten
In reality you were more than imaginary, and for real
Anything but to us all, you were truly artistic, a creative and sensitive person, who could feel.
Written and Dedicated by Brummy_44 June 2006