Phantasmagoria
The swift movements passing my eyes,
What were they that I saw,
Like roses flying past my sight,
The imagination of a falling man,
Am I falling in love with you,
Or I am falling aside for you,
The images are real yet I doubt
I think I saw you holding my hand,
Yet to my hand I find you not,
Were you ever here my dear,
Or maybe the pictures I failed to deduce,
My eyes are filled with tears,
Should I make them fall,
Or maybe should I flood my vision,
I wont twinkle, lest You vanish away
I saw one that looked like you,
Passing in the fine gardens of lillies,
Did you hear my call,
Dont tell me it wasnt you,
Lest my voice called unto none,
The wind stole you in my search,
Did I find what I was seeking,
Is it real or surreal,
Me and my futile visions.
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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