| Illusions are Blue Tonight is something special With forever in the air; The magic is so tangible It touches everywhere . . . The fog is making castles While the stars glow soft above And, they say, on such an evening You can meet your own true love. The fireflies are dancing Underneath my windowsill And the promise of the magic Makes me brave the evening chill. I step into a wonderland By entering the night And my true love reaches to me, Offering my heart's delight. Is it true that magic Is fragile as the dawn? Will its pale illusions Vanish with the morning sun? When love holds its hand out, Who wonders if it's true? If love is an illusion, Then illusions are blue. Tonight has been so magic That I hate to see it end, And the feeling lingers after Causing all my hurts to mend. The dawn is getting nearer And the night draws to a close; My true love's acting restless And his words strike me like blows. He's sorry he deceived me And he's sorry that he lied. He'll hate himself tomorrow With the memory of my eyes-- But the passion overtook him And the feeling made him bold. So he leaves me feeling empty, Feeling used, and feeling old. Love can't be called true Unless it can't tell a lie-- I guess that's why my dreams All seem destined to die. If there's logic and reason, Why is love what we choose? Looks like love's an illusion, And illusions are blue. (c) A.K.Miller |