Hallucinations Poem by Sandra Feldman

In the still night air
With no hope or flair,
I imagine your shadow
Long and narrow
Like this pain
That devours, All
And, I feel so sad
And small,
Like the asterisk
Of a love, transfixed
That does not light up
At all.

And then,
I feel your lingering call!
Although I know, it's over
And that it was not love at all,
I think I must have dreamt it
One sad and sleepless night,
Listening, to an Owl's call,
When Stars were bright
The Moon in sight
And Love, played
Hallucinating, mirages
With my Soul.