The Illusionary Fields Poem by Eoshoros

{So cold is the air…
Freezing the soul
Freezing the heart
Illusions (In the mist so real… …desired)
Silent motions… (…dead emotions?)
The shadows… (…we are real…) …only in the mist…
The burden of two closed eyes I feel…
Losing myself, drowned down… …down… …further down… …one with the shadows…

Welcome to the garden of the dead flowers who dream they are real.
They move, they turn to the sun, they disguise themselves in blue, in green and in the colour of the heart.
The mist is falling… Veiling everything. Gone their colours are.
Yet they continue to turn to where had to be the sun.
They know it’s not there anymore? They care? They are dead…

Night… (Black as a lie… …the moon and the stars don’t exist in fake worlds, like the one in where I now walk)
Darkness (Primal memories… Fears… Tears… The “I”, the “I”, the “I”, the “I”… And you? Where are you?)
Listening to the banshee’s song (…doubts…)
They mourn one of them who fallen lies
In this dreadful masquerade (Where dead pretend they are dead)
A sickened angel disguised as you and I
Acting like you and I
Feeling like we
(…the only tears that will be ever sawn in this place of grief are the ones that will never fall…)
In a play that will last forever in an unknown place, in a garden never existed, that you and I used to dream, where dead flowers try to dream, what we dreamt for them to be, when unforgotten they still were. And through the shadows two closed eyes haunting me… Two eyes I used to love when open they were… Oh beloved one… Your pale smile I see… Oh beloved one… Where have you been?

(…almost awake… …despaired… …unable to take a breath… Dreams of the night… Passion! …fading away… An angel playing a violin through the mist… …passion… Flowers crying… Eh? Senseless thoughts… …but… Your presence I feel… …yet you are away from me… …where even my tears will never reach…) }

Forgotten now…
(Forever…)