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