Illusionary Realities

 

Words were his pallet

Of colors to span

A rainbow's spectrum

 

His mouth, the brush

To choose a profusion

Of colorful emotions

 

To lay upon her heart

Like the artist

Upon a waiting canvas

 

Creating ethereal visions

Of love and desire,

Of fervid passion,

 

Painting for her ears

His masterpiece of

Searching and finding

 

A masterpiece glowing

With the beauty of

Long-lost hopes

 

And a promise of

Exquisite love

Known only by dreamers.

 

While she lay exposed,

Drawn by his creations,

Open to believing,

 

His rainbow pallet vanished

Leaving only colors of

Disrespect and disbelief.

 

Absorbed in obsessions,

He left her behind

With empty words and visions

 

Preferring to live instead

In his world where

Illusion can live

                ----without reality.                  

 

B. Benjamin   

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