The Graceful Illusion
I wrote a poem a few days ago that I thought might to share. I haven’t done poetry in years but it’s a wonderful way to convey one’s feelings with out giving them up completely. I could tell you who it is about but I would rather leave some for the imagination. Natasha Bedingfield’s Soulmate was playing white I cleaning up the work below. Remember, The Graceful Illusion is copyright of myself and is my original work. DO NOT use without permission. I will not be happy and hunt you down if you do. I WILL FIND OUT!
Just thought I would let you know. Enjoy! >w<
~ The Graceful Illusion ~
That which my eyes cannot see, but is seen by others.
That which my ears cannot hear, sweet words that ring clear in the air.
That which cannot be touched but is felt by all.
The graceful illusion manifested to the world, yet remains forever slipped from my grasp.
Trying to forget the image that refuses to be forgotten.
The forgotten prince, one who’s smile paints the heart in pallets of gold.
The kisses that burned into my memory, never to fade.
The white feathers of the broken wings, falling softly to the ground to be lost in the ages of time.
The warm smile of his, disappearing into the mist.
The image of his form turning away, fading into my hazy gaze.
The world around, colored in a sad palette of gray.
That which is left by the untouchable Illusion, a lover from history past.
To reach out and grab the warm hand, that which remains fleeting.
To hope to catch it, before it disappears into an endless fantasy.
To hang onto it, holding it steadfastly in the golden light.
To bring into reality the bearer of my heart unwilling heart, the graceful illusion of my soul.