Turned away

Thank you all for the wonderful wishes on yesterday's blip. They will linger on in my memory.

And here's simple poem for a cloudy Sunday...


Illusion

She moved like the wind,
More a part of it, than of the soil,
Silent like a whisper, piercing
The fabric of thoughtlessness
Like a dream, gliding through spaces
Like an albatross in flight
I marveled at her, as if
Woken from the numbing world
By a wind of lust and joy alike
And then she turned to speak,
Her voice though a woman's,
Spoke words like stones
Hurtling across valleys of silence
Like a screaming foe;
I turned away,
My wings dissolved,
And I became man again.