My babies - last of the Mohiccans

Saturday, April 22, 2017

My Illusion

I saw her peeping 
through a sprinkling of rain
seemed so far away,
she was untouched; 
She danced for me
through a screen
so voluptuously;
A fleeting feline
stalking through the leaves,
I look around
and she's there waiting; 
I beckon her
and she comes forth
displaying her finery;
Arms stretch out
in a tight warm hug
that seems never ending;
Illusions can be beautiful
when they stay
in your mind;
The air is filled with laughter
it will always be that way
as long as she stays;
I keep walking
along the road
until I get to my pot of gold;
Where I hope
she will be waiting
for me;
To dance again
in the rain.

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