Illusions -Mark R Slaughter

Illusions

Speak to me –
Speak thro’ drifting clouds


O! sing to me –
Sing as if the sun would throw a flare
To give to harmony


Then call to me –
Call across the drowsy valleys –
Spread the word you care! 


Now come to me –
Abandon now 
My inner dreams 
That lay illusions bare.


Then pray for me –
Pray that I recover
From reality: 


But no! I ask, how could you, 
For you were never there.


Mark R Slaughter


-Clem.