Immortal Illusion

In my heart, what I thought to be love

Was simply my own desire

So brief...

Gone before time could tell it even happened

Like a whisper...

Barely heard in the shadowy stillness of night

 

I tell myself its over- you're gone

But in the same breath

A voice whispers quietly to my heart

Assuring me that perhaps

You may have really cared

 

I tell myself it wasn't meant to be

But in my remembering...

I find that thought elusive

Too painfully conclusive

 

It weaves its memory in and out

Like a fine needle sewing its fragile threads

Delicately twisting them intimately

Amongst the filigrees of my mind

 

The magic...so mysteriously enchanting

I tell myself its over...

But my heart refuses to listen

My mind says to forget you

That no one’s worth this kind of sadness

My soul doesn't need this heartache

 

I tell myself I didn't really care

That it was all just a momentary illusion

But...

I never did lie very well

By LadeeAnne

anne p murray` 2006