To - - An Illusion Poem by dukesekhon sekhon

Aah, thou, a mystical hymn of soulful bliss,
Playing truant with mind’s imaginative harp.
Hark the music! so harmonious {but confoundedly amiss},
That lightens the spirit and gladdens the heart.
Oh whereof, one might ask, its origin or its source?
Never before human sensibilities assailed by similar art.
O ‘tis she ( ) , a spectacle writ in heavenly morse - -
A divine melody played on the Creator’s lyre!

duke the muse