Loveletter to an Illusion

Sometimes listening to a song sparks something...

Oft on the eventide just after dark

When dusk’s dew-damsel releases her sigh

Then on a sea of thought, dreamers embark

Beneath the belfry of leaf-lullaby

And silence is not silent anymore

Those elements that intercept daylight

Unfurl on ebony air a broad door

Where illusion tantalizes lost sight

…it infiltrates the poem-stricken soul

With agonies that pen cannot console

Wild wand’ring wind-song skims calm countryside

Blue amplifies delusion in its wave

And we are apt to daringly confide

To the deep sky those things we stilly crave

Darling, the ‘musts’ in love out-number far

(though we may lie upon night’s far-flung shawl

To count and pin wishes upon each star)

…still love outweighs the sorrows of them all

We cannot trade our portion for schemes

Taunting weak willingness with foolish dreams

The hour falls, folding in deft defeat

My dear, we cannot clench its ether gown

The holding of a heart is bittersweet

For we can never really put it down

And how is it, the essence of a thought

Can ravage where flesh-fingers cannot reach

Because illusion of what we have not

Rushes where gratitude and grief beseech?

...ever entanglements torture the air

Where thought spills whispers too honest to bare

© Janet Martin