Stella

Her hair was golden

Strands like the rays of the sun

Eyes, so deep and blue

Like the ocean, so vast

Her smile was warm

Like that of summer's breeze

She was silent, but her actions spoke

And I understood, like I knew her for years

Who knows?

She might be a ghost

Or maybe a sister, destiny forgot to give me

Now she is lost

And she will never visit again

Author's Note

This poem is a short description of my long-lost imaginary friend. I called her Stella :P

Reviews

[Balkaran Sidhu]

really good

[deepblue04]

Wow, this imaginary friend sounds beautiful!!! I never really had one, so I can't say much. But I do love the content of this poem!

[Coyote Poetry]

A very interesting story. I know many people who had make believe playmates. Some had names. I like the description and the story in the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Violet Dreams...]

Poignant write

[MOON]

Lovely imaginary friends gone poignant.

[Summer'sBreeze]

Aww, I found this quite sad...:(
A poem well done! :))

[Danielle]

What an interesting poem, very nice!

[J. J. Nightingale]

It is hard to let go .. imaginary or not .. Maybe when we r very old, all those friends will return, to comfort us .. ..

Sweet .. Jazz

[Lina Grey]

People used to call me Stella. I'm not sure how they got there cause it sounds nothing like my real name :P But if you hadn't said this was about your imaginary friend I would've thought she was real. I love the imagery and similes. And I agree with AK, you should let Stella return! She seems so lovely.

[Soul Fire]

Beautiful