Friday, April 24, 2015

2015: 365 Unfiltered - Eyes Wide Open

Real or Fantasea

She appeared to me.
A dream, vague and indistinct,
Borne of deepest fantasy.
Her love - incorporeal, 
Like flashing lights.

...She let me in - 
The place only her 
thoughts had been. 
I saw her true visage, 
A dying man's mirage.

We played a cruel game,
of musical hearts.
She stole my heart - 
While keeping hers...

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