Illusion Poem by zarina binda

Soft evening breeze caressing my face,
Your hands in mine,
They seem so real these days.
Your touch is more than I can handle,
I feel your heart,
Like mine,
It’s burning like a candle,
Like a candle through the endless night,
The moon shining its brightest white,
You seem so near yet I know you’re not,
Cause you only exist in my thought,
When I close my eyes only then you seem real.
Your eyes shining with the outmost appeal,
I open my eyes and I realize,
Nothing of you…
Is real…