Midwinter night's Illusion

Only when 

i remembered you

again,

did i realise,

i had,

for quite some time,

forgotten you...

It all comes back to me...

How my poems

were always seeking completion,

your name in them,

or else

they were unworthy...

Still, i can't believe

i wrote

your name,

and now

it will be spoken

out loud...

I wrote it

in the colors

of your eyes.

Your so special eyes...

One, deep grey,

like the sea before a storm,

one faded green,

like the willows first leaves.

I know,

it would take 

more than luck

for you,

to ever lay eyes

on even one

of the hundred poems,

the countless letters,

i never meant to send to you.

It would take Puck's mischievous action

and Lord Oberon's crimson flowers

to ever love me.

Silly you,

thinking

it was

an illusion...

Silly me,

hoping

you were right...

Reviews

[Christopher James]

A beautiful, concise and incredibly heartfelt monologue. Your final two stanzas are hauntingly accurate and reflect the rest of the poem in a very delicate and with almost professional clarity. There's something very clever (Although I don't usually like it) in changing the colour of the text for 'of your eyes' as you make a reference to writing the colour. I really like the eyes as a concept and a metaphor and I love how you describe them :) Nice work.

[Antonio Valentino]

silly me
hoping it wasn't
an illusion

Silly you
making it
not.

I heart you in perpetuum.