ILLUSION'S DELUSIONS
Tis a place of illusion
Where sweet dreams are birthed
Or where nightmares, perhaps
Sprout as weeds in red earth
Where the pool always ripples
With a whisper or scream
Where trees may drip blood
Or boast ripe leaves of green
Tis a meeting of loved ones
Or, no loved ones at all
Sometimes just mirrors
To watch yourself fall
The glass might drip gently
Like diamond shaped rain
Or be large sharded knives
That gift slices of pain
Where pinks smell like purple
Where fire is ice
Where water flows upward
And shadows fall twice
Where all the five senses
Are heightened within
Tuned into lifes goodness
Or broiled in lifes sin
Tis a place of illusion
With its doorway in sleep
But enter with caution
For your secrets, it speaks
Marion Price(2020)
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