She was an Optical Illusion
Eyes in confusion
Vision optical illusion
Who is she? Is she real or made?
Will she last forever, or will she fade?
A Prototype for Love, maybe.
I want to hold, I want to touch, I am suddenly in Love
Wait, why is she floating away?
Where is she going? I want her to stay
What is this, is it my mind is it my eyes, now she is smoke
As the morning sun rises, she disappears as the flowers woke.
© 2018 Clive Williams