First Encounter

And, are you there? Really there?
This, the question, I must ask –
My imagination is running high;
Perhaps, this is the land of lulabye!

Panic sets in, and you are gone –
Shaking, I stand in waiting;
Thus, will you come back to show ?
Or is this of only my creating?

I felt the stretch from beyond;
Felt the awe of you pulling back –
Now I stand wondering ,
Is it my sanity that I lack?


Copyright Beth Layne 2008