Illusion, Not An Illusion

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I pretend you are with me the days I miss you.
Together, heaven holds us
I miss you every time I want to cry and find a pillow to sob in
every time I’m pooped
in the scariest hours of the night
in a room full of people, I find your face.

I rest beside you, wait till you cradle me to sleep
I wrap you with my hands, hold you, find you in that hardest hours of dawn
again and again
my tongue would only speak your name
My beloved.

It is not by accident that we are lone heart and soul
That day we left
was a conception.
That night the windows flashed fire
I thought of only you.
We are a new life where dead/s rise again
where dreams become real
where angels alter stars
where distance is heaved by time.

That was yesterday when
your kisses nailed me to the walls
We were running stairs hugging, catching our breaths
until tiredness made us laugh.
All I could speak was your name
All I think about was you

Remember last winter? We drove wildly
and even the moon couldn’t catch up on us.
Bone to bone and drizzle
promised us a lovely evening

I have grown with you
bled my heart, and sought you in all the places
I have nowhere to go, except in your bed
to hide my fears.
My clutters are darkest, not worthy of a majestic seat nor the crumbs
But God, in His Love gave me an utmost prize –
You.

I ask, but only of you…
You in the cold nights,
You in the dry nights
You in all my days –
You will need to come closer
That I
in a ceremony of chants and vows
would live my word.

/rosevoc. june 29, 2017
Illusion

/photo from the internet

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