Reality can be overrated.
Raindrops dance on
windowsills
Like tiny elves, “Say,
are you real?”
Firefly fairies blinking
twilights’
Silent message reveal the
Secrets of the universe.
Logic whimsies in reverse
to
Shift from precious to
perverse
Looking for a soul to
steal.
Quiet rainbows cast their
net from
Red to green to violet
Filling mind’s eye to distraction.
No room left for sad regret.
Are you real or should I
quake to
Feel the magic that you
make?
Will you be there when I
wake to
Ease my mind lest I
forget?
Peaceful dreams to fill
my night
All forgotten with the
light.
Phantom promises you
make.
Are you real?
Are you fake?
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