ILLUSION - Pt. 1
Candles
flicker in the night,
Casting
shadows so faint against the brick,
I sit in the
corner alone to wonder and wait,
Can he really
be here in the glow of darkness
Or am I
merely waiting for a fantasy.
Feel of
coldness on my hand,
The swirl of
lace over lustrous white fingers,
Look up -
twinkling blue eyes that quickly meet mine,
A flash of a
smile with fans so bright and
I hear a
faint whisper, "I am here."
A cool breeze
flutters through the open door,
I look
towards the night and a swirl of cape,
Back at my
table the silence is deafening and
I am alone
again to ponder my vision.
Was he really
here or just an illusion of my desire?
ILLUSION - Pt. 2
The night is
full of human noise
I rise from
the quiet of my table, glancing toward the door
Willing my
limbs to press me into the dark
I leave
behind the candle's glow
Floating into
the twilight of people and sounds.
Has he
traveled this night into the crowd
A white
figure of danger and lust
Subtle
movements only seen if he wishes
I pray for
another lucid glimpse
Just a moment
in time and space alone with him.
Push
frantically through the bodies
Smelling
scents of perfume and humanity
My eyes
darting left and right and to the balconies above
But, wait, I
know I hear those words again
"I am here" -
"Oh, where," I wail, "Oh, where?"