PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The perception of reality for me is my own imagination…

My own restless thoughts to comfort me when life shows its cruelty..

To guard me from the misery brought on by such a damaged life…

I trust in the pictures I have painted in my mind that bring me consolation…



Though I have never shared a walk with you beneath the palest moon…

My fantasies have carried us both on broken wings off into a distance…

Where dormant lies a tranquil moment stolen from the world…

I live in such delusions afraid because my reality is just for me…



I may never meet the chance to run my fingers across your skin…

But know that secretly we have shared enchanted whispers that echo through me…

That rises above us and floats aimlessly upward reaching to another dimension of life…

Where everything is unsuppressed and allowed to take shape freely without fear…



Stranger’s interpretation of one another is often vague and hollow…

Without insight into each others soul how can one feel or invent emotions…

I have seen your reflection even though I have never seen your face…

The only reflection you’ve painted for me is the one I see in my dreams…



So I will hold onto the illusion of you for as long as I can…

There in that place of my heart…

Where I have the freedom to run with you through rain…

Where your smile is the brightness that gives light to the images of my insanity…

Where we have danced in an empty room of flickering lights and subtle sounds…

Where I am unashamed to say that I have feelings for a ghost…