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.