Friday evening just finished adding shiny ornaments to a store bought tree

waiting for my muse to appear

Feelings flooding my moment

As I tread water

Short circuited thoughts a never-ending loop

Unable to focus just able to feel

Need to get past this moment

Too much to do too much to say

Frozen in the desolation of never,

wanting so much now.

Hope elusive as a butterfly

Offering a shifting horizon

A mirage calms a needy spirit

A respite from pain though fleeting

trumps the harsh never.

If it’s all illusory anyway

Why not imagine the unattainable as real?

If the mirage is soothing to the soul

Why extinguish the image?

Hope is evasive.