Sweet Reality~
Moon's pale light gently
teases my softly closed eyes
I hold firmly to a vision of you
resisting the intrusion into my
joyful reverie
Your perfect face is all I care
to see
It became a tightly held
dream
from despair
when you disappeared
I live each day as if it were my first
day in exile
Tenuous grasp of a situation
I live in a dark mirrored mind
Confused
Ethereal and fanciful is a
defensive method of making
light the serious and getting
by on a gossamer thread of
surreal reality
It sustained me
I want so much to see you
again
and weave all my dreams and
fantasies into a reality of the
sweetness
of
you.
~Haviva
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