Gone
Endangered Moments of Bliss
All too Soon Evaporate
Leaving a hazy trail of blurry nothingness.
Did that Happen? Was it a Mirage,
A Fabrication in a Hopeful Mind?
Happy Smiles, Ecstatic Joy
That Effervescent Connection
Feeling of Belonging.
Not Real
An Hallucination
A Trick from Aphrodite.
How Fast the Grass Dried
The Dirt Blew,
Flowers Crisped.
Oh Peaceful Crone, Spread Out Your Magic,
Release Your Strands of Truth in this Graceful Tide.
Poem by M. Casey