You want so much to believe in these Illusions,
To believe in the feelings and know the joy,
But somehow they stay just beyond,
The touch of your finger tips…

Oh, like a whisper on the wind,
A sound of endless sadness,
As it dances, upon a midnight sky,
A powerful endless sadness,
Comes pouring forth from my soul…..

Remembering, things that were promised,
Wanting things that will never come to be,
Knowing that all must go on,
There is no end to this illusion….

Come sit with me, under an old oak tree,
Listen to the wisdom that it’s branches,
Whisper to your soul,
Sound is the essence of our being…

She will teach you much of these illusions,
For she has seen many over her years,
But she can’t teach you how to deal,
With all the illusions of your life…

The days come and go,
Each starts with a question,
Am I worthy of this day?
For I am far from perfect,
Many mistakes I have made….

Each day is harder than the one before,
How much sadness can a soul take,
My Spirit grows weary and tired,
But the sunrises and I find the strength,
For just one more day…

But the day will come,
When there is no more strength,
Then there will be an end to the ILLUSION…..