Illusion

by

Robert Dominguez Jr.

January 7^th, 2005

Memories of her pound through my skull shearing at the temples

Night sweats run rampant in collaboration with fear of losing her

Time has moved on and the realization of her existence in doubt

A memory or flesh, how I yearned for some sign, whether wind or rain

The sweet smell of cinnamon capture her presence to a T

Long auburn locks meshed to form a veil of benign beauty

How I longed for her warmth, how I disdained the dust below me

My pessimism is impenitent, I only long for the touch of her skin

I plow through villages dissecting the land, in search of love

My heart is heavy and I languish in idleness with no where to turn

Fantasy or true I will cease my search, for her presence is now known

I shall embrace slumber this eve, for in my dreams I will always find her

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