compassion is birthed of realities kiss
living with her as she is
and not what I wish
she is free to go about day to day
and choose her paths without my wishes

I began to see freedom is in expression
and not captured penitentiaries of illusions
built upon my thoughts of deception
love is embraced when it grows by itself
and not forced by prevarications

awakening guilt from lies conceived in my heart
not that she was the instigator of this deception
finally understanding all my dreams
were just that
and reality is not lived within cobwebbed waves
created by thoughts based upon no truth

a cold whispering wind evanesce a ghost image
bequeathed by a trail of thoughts
deception

she was a rose among the lilies
transformed by illusion induced by desire
storybook romances as accounted by solitude
the days were satiated by memories that now haunt

03/19/2005

Posted on 03/19/2005
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