Love’s Illusion~ rev:71a

28 Apr


Yes, Love, I was born with the first waxing moon.

Bald, without a thought for a tea’s afternoon;

—we embraced, dancing in every crook and cranny of my mind,

only to find myself as no one, and finding no place there.


Oh failing heart, why did you forgo me?

To enter space where I would thirst?

Then, drowned me in a sea of deserts bleached sand.

Perhaps, in the essence of  moonlight and sunlight

—I will find You, where their lights both meet, and see

 what I have never lost nor have ever found.


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18 responses to “Love’s Illusion~ rev:71a

  1. Rall

    May 1, 2018 at 10:11 am

    Friendship never found…..Friendship is a rare jewel in the crown.You will never have more than one and that is miraculous in itself.

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  2. Magaly Guerrero

    April 30, 2018 at 10:26 pm

    “friendship… never found” that reads so lonely.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    April 30, 2018 at 2:48 pm

    The night can be an illusive friend…

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Mary

    April 30, 2018 at 9:17 am

    The last one is really powerful. Sometimes indeed one thinks that there is a friendship that really never is! So sad when what one hoped would bloom never comes to fruition! I always enjoy your short glimpses of life really!

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  5. dsnake1

    April 30, 2018 at 4:48 am

    it reads like a fantasy tale, i don’t know, but it’s really lovely.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. thotpurge

    April 30, 2018 at 4:39 am

    Intriguing… when the sun forsakes us… life slips into eternal shadow.

    Liked by 1 person

  7. ZQ

    April 29, 2018 at 10:55 pm

    Good understanding gillena… from a sinner freed in Easter. 🙂


  8. gillena

    April 29, 2018 at 10:04 pm

    Very interesting, mythical and entertaining. Thank you for linking to Sunday Standard today

    much love…

    Liked by 1 person

  9. magicofwordsblog

    April 29, 2018 at 9:21 pm

    Each stanza is a poem in itself. The last one is my favorite. Lovely & poignant.

    Liked by 1 person

  10. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

    April 29, 2018 at 8:57 pm

    A beautiful illusion, if ultimately sad.

    Liked by 1 person

  11. Brother Ollie

    April 29, 2018 at 7:56 pm

    Glad to see you still at it. Been a while since my last visit. Keep ’em coming sir.

    Liked by 1 person

  12. Vivian Zems

    April 29, 2018 at 7:51 pm

    Beautifully penned!

    Liked by 1 person

  13. ZQ

    April 29, 2018 at 7:07 pm

    Except in our well cultivated gardens…under a full moon.


  14. ayala

    April 29, 2018 at 3:34 pm

    I agree with Sherry…lyrical and beautiful.

    Liked by 1 person

  15. Sherry Marr

    April 29, 2018 at 1:00 pm

    Your writing is so lyrical in this beautiful poem. Sigh. I love “in deserts bleached sand turned to brown” . Your closing lines are perfection. This poem pinged at my heart.

    Liked by 1 person

  16. Donna@LivingFromHappiness

    April 29, 2018 at 12:38 pm

    Ah we are both enamored by moonlight in our poems….unrequited love can feel so elusive and sometimes with such hatred in the world it seems love and friendship are only a dream.

    Liked by 1 person

  17. sanaarizvi

    April 29, 2018 at 12:04 pm

    This is incredibly poignant 💜 Especially love “My sweet sun why did you forego me?To enter space where I did thirst.” 🌄

    Liked by 1 person

  18. annell4

    April 29, 2018 at 11:54 am

    Beautiful words, collected into a beautiful poem.

    Liked by 1 person


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