The Light of Imagination

In my imagination, I adorn every thought,

As I weave your essence into words, finely wrought.

I find myself unable to utter a single phrase,

Yet in silence, I call to you, through delicate haze.

Stories unwritten, I narrate in the language of dreams,

A realm where reality is not always as it seems.

What remains unsaid still becomes a tale,

What stays unwritten hides secrets veiled.

The world of thought is a strange domain, Shakira,

Where every moment, I find you again.