You find laughter in things that are immaterial
Things that capture your innocent fancies,
Paper drawings of iron dragonflies and silky butterflies,
Hampered by leaden wings that cannot fly.
You long and desired for the great beyond
That exposed your predilections for
The uncertain butter-soft fragility of the human soul
Melting the essence of your sweet and rebellious psyche
You capture internally all the beauty and horror of the bygone eras,
The dreams of the innocents and the follies of the damned;
In Love and war- lust and desire- faith and myth-
-In a world of make-believe.
I envy your bold and daring persistence
In chasing and reaching your elusive dreams
For I am still here, mired in my own sweet mirages of the worlds deliquescent phantoms...