Pretending…

Can you pretend for a while longer
The passion, the madness, the love proclaimed,
Born in the darkness of anguished moments
To be discarded when sane, ashamed…
Can you pretend, what I bestow upon you,
The love, simple, pure, is still returned,
Even while all my dreams for the future
Scatter in ashes, greatly burned…
Am I the harbor where impaired vessels
Hide from the storm while wounds are healed,
With vision of journey on calmer waters
And eternal rapture of which they dreamed…
And I’m pretending…When comes tomorrow,
The sun on my face will once more shine,
And I will not trip on a dream or a rainbow
While out of a promise I build a shrine.
It doesn’t matter…Perhaps this moment
The darkness that born me is on the mend,
And perhaps there won’t be another nightfall
If I still dare to dream, if I pretend…