You ask, who am I? :: femij :: Original Poetry

You ask, who am I?
I am a figment of your imagination

who comes to you in your deepest hour of sleep

for only then can you let your guardians rest

so that you may invite me into your dreams.

I am only a presence in your mind

yet, still you imagine a slight breath upon your face

as chills run through your being

as your body trembles in anticipation.

I am the one who unwraps the gifts and removes the ribbons

and atlast when you awaken

you will know your shadow has danced

then and only then, will you realize, but it will not be by chance.