Love Is Lights Illusion
I sometimes ponder if life is an illusion with all the feelings and emotions that come with it.
The whisper of night beckons with a sweet sigh as sleep slowly covers you in a suspended blue blanket.
Not even tomorrow can stop laughing at the end of the day.
I'm blessed with amazing hopefulness in the depth of words flowering from the poignancy of my poetry.
The connection is real. The light is real. I am real. But my life is somehow a living and breathing experience in illusion.
I love how the words begin to sweat from my brow dripping onto the page.
As the tide starts to wash them onto the shore of my mind my journey begins and they land gracefully on the blank page.
Once again alive with life and free to walk through the precious illusion of love, my words are more than words.
They teach me the language of life in a vocabulary of captivating light and illusion, with images of stories and stars.
And as the ink is left stranded on the page life dries its tears and becomes the center of the moment, happy and free.