Delusion Poem by Cat Hodgson

Delusion



Deprived of heart once was said
I would miss you even if we hadn't met
Yet are we but a delusion of dreams
Like mist that gathers in warm clouds

Learning to yearn yet not to fret
Love is all nothing to grip yet holds
Touch I feel deep within my soul
I sense you here yet you're not

A smile builds then a tear
Of times I held your hand my dear
Senseless beyond holds my tongue
Who will whisper sweetness?

Oh fuddle, it is only you
Under a greatness never seen
Recognized in rhythm and rhyme
Unappeased I sigh and must go on

But for a wish upon a star
To hold that whisper in me
And dream once more just a bit
To salve the aches that grows

Confabulate about entwined figs
Until a cake is made and tasted
Nor do I celebrate, yet I do
For my heart lived, when, not with you

©cat hodgson

Monday, July 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: lonely
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Leslie Sharp 24 October 2014

I can relate to that one! The corners of our jagged souls. Holding on, putting to rest a never ending torrent of emotions!

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