IllusionsPosted: June 24, 2011
Illusions, sweet little things
Soft as cotton candy, light
As a dove’s feather, easy on the eyes
Easy on the mind.
Soft on the heart, delightful on the mind
Sugary sweet on lips, deliciously melts in the mouth.
The soft duvet that covers your eyes
The kind that makes you blind
Illusions, the vicious viles
And not the kind
On which one builds whole futures. Castles
And empires shall sink in the mushy grounds
At the slightest hint of a storm, tears shall flood the thresholds
Shall shrivel away, crumble apart, die
An untimely death in the fluffy light grounds.
Dreams are too heavy for cotton candy clouds.