Illusions
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes & the whole world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit sin and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
Oh Love! sweet illusion of my dreams.
This poem was nominated for the semi-finals on Poetry.com
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes & the whole world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit sin and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
Oh Love! sweet illusion of my dreams.
This poem was nominated for the semi-finals on Poetry.com
posted by Jean Nasr at 5:11 AM
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