Illusion Delusion?

My dream breaks,
And I see the dream affront me.
My age, my taste, my grace.
She’s the dream I dream,
And affront me.

Amazingly true,
And truly amazing.
Living breathing poetry.
And permeable,
Even transparent!

My warm sun,
My cool moon.
The rain in a desert and
A deserted rain.
Blooming Orchid under the bridge.

A cunning vixen,
Ferocious wolf.
My perennially white Christmas,
A lovely auburn August.
Cold pure winter.

I quickly close my eye,
And pray to he devine.
For her and mine safety,
And piles of happiness.
And if she’s an illusion,
May he keep live my delusion.


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