The Illusion of You
The illusion of you was a red- dawn sky after an all- night storm,
rose-tipped, filled with hope, looking for stability.
What you might have been, lapped at my feet
and there was a calm, you can’t deny it.
Oh, I felt it too…rising every day, my good fortune.
I went down on knees, on morning- tide to send a thank you.
The illusion of you, sometimes felt real, in the changing light,
after those nets were put away, and you were quiet.
When I looked upon your shoulders, I saw soft beauty in my midnight.
Yes, I loved your contradictions, because I thought them mostly mine,
but it hurts like fire and ice today, a cold burn, that leaves a fever.
Too much truth, blew in too fast; how quickly clouds can scatter.
July 28, 2013