Illusion

          What is it 

                when the waters of the dream 

        seem still, 

             When the shutter speed 

                        slows to an August breeze, 

            

          When everything

                   begins and ends 

                         with midnight,    

          

          When the lens of our aura 

                   and the fine print of illusion

                         strays, 

        

           What is it that stays so ominous and still, 

                      so walled 

                              that only 

                   pain in trust can breathe             

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

When the shutter speed
slows to an August breeze

Capturing something special. A moment in time. Beautifully penned. A short expressive poem which conveys emotion so well. Wonderful whether an illusion or not. That final stanza, quite something.

Chris

[Perdition]

Happy Holidays Chris and thanks...trying to figure out why my keyboard is acting up but will get there soon. The power just went out and on so maybe just a little time. My fingers are crossed but will try to get there as soon as I can, till then thank you for the sweet review~