Mistress of illusion

Are we here yet
Wearing masks to hide
The first response,
Any is better than none at all
And I still am feeling bereft of the joy
Of communion.
Are we the masters and mistress of illusion,
When words parry and thrust
Unaware of the spectacle
Created behind the lit screen,
Does the audience watch the stage
Or are they in the lobby
Seeking refreshment.
I act the part written
As I know no other
I seek to be the faun
Or a mirage of illusion,
But looking in the mirror
I stop to peer
At what I see
And there is sadness where once lay joy
And there are questions
Still unanswered
But perchance I delay too long questioning
The mind of a master
Who knows himself
Much better than I.
Words come unencumbered,
I the woman behind the curtain
As if Oz really existed except in the mind
Of a wayward minion,
And though this makes not much sense
Except to the masses of the wondering,
I spill forth
Like a vessel of rich wine,
Pouring out to the dirt
At my feet
Missed but making a colored mud,
Resplendent in its illusion
Of a life once known.

I am thinking art, Shakespeare and the stars sent by a friend of which I hold dear.
Gotta love a fine piece of art and the way it uplifts even the sullen of heart.
I see the moon beyond the window, waxing gibbous or something as such….night air cooling and damp and still I sit pondering this life we live, filled with illusion and the magic of friends….for those listening this cool autumn like night, a word is better than none at all,alas no more shall be spoken. Goodnight.

Edges of life

Round world spins
We move in and out living
Hellos and goodbyes.
Friends we meet and friends we’ve yet to,
Turning corners and falling off shelves
We’ve built for ourselves
So many emotions flowing through
Rivers of tears
Rays of laughter
Sonnets of love
Spoken aloud in the dark.
We find ourselves constantly
When we reach the edge do we trust
Do we hold out a hand
Do we step forward alone
Or do we turn back around
And walk back the way we came.
I do not carry answers
I just move to my drummer
My heartbeat
Keeping pace
Sometimes a quiet echo barely heard.
We look to the sky for answers
Stars and color and a solitary dream,
But we do listen for the direction,
Then we strain to hear some more,
Maybe not believing
If it’s not what we want to hear
Or believing in blind faith
A friend to help us through,
Everything falls in line,
Maybe with no sense at all.
But in the insanity of a throbbing heart
That stands along the edge,
There is something bigger than us all,
Leading us to this moment,
The edge of our truth
Or the hurt of a wound bleeding
Pain tries to cover itself,
Wrapped in words to soothe.
Sometimes the cut that’s deepest
Is the one that needs the most
Time to be left alone
To scab and finally heal.

Peace rings true

Tiny little bells
Dainty sound of joy
Wind whispers gently,
Peace is all around.
Summer shades of laughter
Drawn from within
The merry soul shakes
Mirth and joy abound.
I heard a robin calling
She flew down to the ground
A light shone in her eyes
And winking she gave a nod
Grabbed a twig
And soared above.
I wonder where this life has hidden,
That’s stirring so very deep
Within the core,
Oh how I long for days like these,
When peace resides in happiness
And the little bells ring
Peace is love found.
I feel like my steps are floating
Inches off the ground,
What pulls me up,
Father moon
Mother sun
Just please don’t let it end,
Let it carry me forward
Like the gentle wind
That calls sweetly come,
And envelops me in its embrace.

Thoughts on today…I am just so happy I could burst. Things falling in to place and all is right with my world. Blessings from above.