Imagination Does Not Exist
You should come close to me tonight wayfarer For I will be celebrating you.
Your beauty still causes me madness, Keeps the neighbours complaining When I start shouting in the middle of the night Because I can't bear all this joy.
I will be giving birth to suns. I will be holding forests upside down Gently shaking soft animals from trees and burrows Into my lap.
What you conceive as imagination Does not exist for me.
Whatever you can do in a dream Or on your mind-canvas
My hands can pull - alive - from my coat pocket. But let's not talk about my divine world.
For what I most want to know Tonight is: All about You.
~ Hafiz
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