my imagination

every line I read
seems
     to take me
further
away in another direction
anywhere
     where
an image drifts past
every second reflection’s framed
     held
now a scent
     which hasn’t touched my nose
licks across my sight
     unseen
but my mind knows the flower?
sounds echo in my head
     my ears undisturbed
thunder crosses my dreams
every image, noise, smell
conjured from
     gaps between words
     spaces between lines
     blank pages at chapter's end.
each unwritten part of the story
     is mine
my imagination