Fake Love

Falling in Love with a Picture

 

Illusion morphs in a dream,

The vision overtaking my eyes,

A silver forming stream,

Softly air unaware releasing sighs,

 

Her vision soaking me in,

Silver streams drift forward to each,

Both now looking within,

Clarity mocks beyond reach,

 

Our vision is a pools image,

Reversing sight through other,

Dimensions of silver light engage,

Joining together as one another,

 

Complete, clarity, true, true love,

Words, beyond words, a molecular rhythm,

A divine intervention I reach above,

Wait, no, reality falls, killer, vicious crime,

 

My vision was but a fools illusion,

What mad trickery captured my soul,

She is not her, but sudden confusion,

One fell, another arose, where but a satanic hole,

 

Weeping tears flood her eyes,

She, Only because my love surpassed my hold,,

I see love in-spite, even myself, while covered in lies,

But my divine Love, heart cry’s, what is being told,

 

Clearly my beloved, I am the truth not illusion,

I see truth, yet my passion was for another,

Not so, the picture as Love, was your desperate conclusion,

She cried our love remains divine, one for other.

 

by James Kirk-Wiggins (c) February 20, 2020

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My Notes: You May find it difficult to understand the situation in this poem, so did I, but not in the reading. I’m a hack Poet at best, which is why I didn’t submit it in the contest about rising above reality. When I finish the short story on the events this poem is based it will be come apparent, and like me you will say; “WHAT?” .