Dimension of Imagination 

There is a willow tree .

It is the one with a sad soul and happy personality. When the sun sheds sunlight on him, you can tell his leaning closer to the water to get a glimpse of its beauty , that has been decorating the whole lake . This is the only thing that remained the same by the lake across my childhood building .

I came to visit . I used to say, " i will came back , because the trees know me better here" . That willow tree saw me hitting my face on the ground , while riding the very first time my bike , playing ice hockey on winter afternoons , sleds racing down the quiet morning hills , summer swimming chasing the swan i adore , evenings where the sky felt new.

It's the new sky now, in the future . The new came, too soon . I was begging for the flowers to tell me a song . What makes them blush so vivid in colours and how the wind does this as it undresses them . They told me and i got older . My heart wept. 

A  swan showed up near and even more near today , tilted the head and observed me with curiosity. Are our souls made the same way ? He knew me or knew i have heard the song . The song about love that echoes .  

My cosmos doesn't matter even in hundred light years, though. Nobody cares about my story if it was to travel that far in time  , so i won't focus on that . 

In my dimension of imagination i reflect my memories thinking they were yours , so my cosmos is held together and cannot be shed into chaos . Who were you then when you were a child  ? If you were to be someone i hope you were that swan i held as a kid . I hope that if i were to visit, you would at least not to be afraid to reach closer to me . The swan looked at me , seemingly as a UFO , but he approached and stayed for sharing  space in the sunny side of heaven . He remembered maybe ,I still adore him . If you were to be someone , i hope you were that little me and had your own willow tree that knows you since your first smile. 

In the future it is the past again . I show you my favourite tree as i did with many , but you listen to the same music  as  me and you can hear what the flowers sing . You might find spring in space enough as it matters , that the flowers show up even after horrible winters . They do not come better. They just arrive again and again and it is beyond enough. If they tell the story one more time about that brute wind, i have something to tell them about that gentle, you . You about that genuine me . Echoes lost in nothingness. Melody turns into a glass chime .Maybe , we grow together on this new coming to life song old . 

But for the present , you are a stranger i met in a coffee place . The eyes were there , but the face was wrong . How scary ! We talked about the human fighting the person and i wonder if that makes my present , my past and future not exist with you .That stranger was my favourite illusion of you . Which is which , who and where are you ? Time is misplaced . Life only matters on the dimension of my imagination . 

If you ever where to stand beside me again , i wish i would have studied the language more . I wish i were there to amuse you with better words .I feel like a woman appearing to you with the same dress. So boring ! The words are silly and you would have scrunched your face over and over reading them . I wish I had been more person than human , college graduate ,from a family worthy as yours.  I wish you would know that i just have a wandering heart that suits a person and a human and can't deny in any case of that  , and  that wants only to know what is it that makes you so familiar to me. There are distances in the fields , but hope likes to run them .In paper, in dreams ….

(Do you think we are more humans when we are kids and more of a person when we get old ? If that is true it is not my society-made persona that wants you , but my inner child and it wants to just ride bike with you ).