Many years ago I realized that as I lay in bed at night, trying to fall asleep, my thoughts would turn to bizarre images just before I drifted off.  I decided to write a poem about this phenomenon, because why not?  Years later, in the summer of 2007, when our writing group did poetry for Round 14, I submitted this poem as the second of three.

Imagination
by Rusty Keele

Deep within the shadows of my mind
Is my imagination

I see my past
Like I wish it was

I hear passionate songs
That stir my emotions

I see mesmerizing characters
From famous books

I feel deep rumblings
As hundreds of geometric shapes
Tumble round and round
And fall into place
As I finally drift off to sleep.

This poem copyright © 1994 by Rusty Keele.  All rights reserved.