Prismatic Illusion.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

in my secret garden
is a very red rose which
is blooming to the sun,
my secret sun, that shines
only for me,
my secret self who has
a name only for myself,
and who knows me much
better than this self of
mine whom you know outside
the fence of this secret
garden, a famous name,
a well decorated self,
lonelier than ever before,
much different than the
rose in that secret garden,
unbasked to light to my
only secret sun, that shines
only for that secret self,
happier than ever
in that secret garden fenced
by the truth of this
prismatic illusion.