Words she wrote reached into his heart
He heard them somehow
Unspoken words her art
Or… just an illusion?
***
She thinks he must be a dream
How will she know?
“what does it mean?”
Is he … just an illusion?
***
silent pleas go into the night
He feels her words
This seems so right
It might be … just an illusion
***
Love flows rapidly like spring’s stream
washing over them
it trickles so clean
Defying the illusion
***
whispers into the misty night air
He catches her look
hearts locked in a stare
Their love is no illusion…
Giovanni Blank: http://www.flickr.com/photos/lostcontrol/5205986638
penned in moon dust 
Leslie,
This is one of my favorties ever of yours. I really enjoyed it. “There love is no illusion” the ending was perfect. Thank you so much for sharing.
~Corbie Sinclair
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Just came across your blog accidentally….and ended up reading the poems!
And I must say the way you’ve weaved emotions in words in simple poetry touched my heart.
This was a lovely poem…..maybe love is just a figment of imagination a mere illusion…you love and still dunno if love is meant to be!
Guess its gonna remain a mystery.
You’ve got a wonderful blog out here….and I guess I’ll be coming back again!
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“what is real? which is the dream, which the illusion?” – (paraphrased) Moody Blues, um, Knights in White Satin? It’s a….Thing. On the tip of my tongue or the tip(edge) of my mind. Your Poem/Knights in White Satin – Different/same-same.
And No, I’m not high, thank’s. It’s just how my mind connects things. Clarity/Fog – Perception/Reality. Different/Same-Same.
Oh, I like this poem a lot. Thanks for posting.
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Really lovely, liked the repetition & then then turning of it on its head! Yay ‘their love is no illusion’…
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ah it can seem so in the beginning, we hope so much for it and dont want to be fooled by a weak substitute, but hey when you find …so cool..
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Strange…as I read this I thought of Harry Nilsson’s ‘The Point’ where the Rockman says “You see what you want to see and you hear what you want to hear.’ …so love can be an illusion of choice.
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Beautiful and intriguing. Glad he turned out to be real in the end 🙂
PS. I’m guessing the picture is an illusion, the person is really just jumping in the air and the photo is turned sideways?
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What is real and what is an illusion? sometimes it’s hard to tell except in our hearts we know.
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So this time it wasn’t an illusion. Or at least that final eye lock tells me it was not. But who knows. Sometimes we all delude ourselves. Perhaps we need to. Nice!
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I agree with your other noters. I liked this a lot too. I’m glad the love is real and not an illusion. Lovely prose.
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Shylah,I haven’t closed up shop just been ditcratsed with some family problems followed up by a personal illness. I think I see the light at the end of the tunnel and will be scouring the world anew for more interesting items.Thanks for thanking the time to drop me a line,Walt
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I am forever indebted to you for this information.
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The repetition works really well. Great write!
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aaaah, the instinct is always right. lovely one!
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Cool how illusion is questioned throughout and then answered at the end. The many questions in the first half work very well to create a bit of an obsessive suspense until the end. Well done.
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Another great write Leslie! Love is such a crazy thing when it is good we always wonder is this real!?
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Perfect build up to the end, with a strong last line, everything else may be an illusion, but they aren’t..nice.
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Aww…. I am a sucker for romance… and this one drove me nuts!! Loved this poem, Moonie…
Nope, Love ain’t no illusion at all.. all we have to do is listen with our hearts, and speak from our souls… and then we will be able to experience that magic called love!
HUGS to you for this beeeee-youuu-tiful poem, my dear..
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Hi there,
Wow – love the photo and I love your interpretation. Love is like falling off a cliff while still being on the ground.
Cyn
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may i just say “what she said” ~ Cyn said it perfectly. there’s always a risk of love being an illusion, isn’t there? or turning into an illusion.
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