Illusion
Please read the amazing poetry by a talented writer.
We settled ourselves on the edge
Balanced on the abyss of illusion
We were surrounded by images spoon fed through dreams
Landscapes of beauty
We climbed up out of the darkness
Knowing the path would finally bring us
To go this way or that.
So we settled in the middle
Feeling the trepidation ease
No hurry
No rush we sang little songs we remembered,
As we wore costumes like actors in a play
Constantly changing
Forever rearranging the furniture and props to fit,
Never realizing that it was a bit of make believe
And with the blink of an eye
It could all turn around
To be our wildest desires and dreams
If only for that moment
We could truthfully believe
That the beating heart within
Knew the secret that would be told
And our spot of balance
Would teeter totter out of control
And we would ask the stars…
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