An Illusion
by Michael R. Burch
The sky was as hushed as the breath of a bee
and the world was bathed in shades of palest gold
when I awoke.
She came to me with the sound of falling leaves
and the scent of new-mown grass;
I held out my arms to her and she passed
into oblivion...
This little dream-poem about an illusion appeared in my high school literary journal, the Lantern. I believe I was around age 16 when I wrote it.
Keyword/Tags: illusion, illusions, dream, dreams, dreaming, dream time, dream girl, love and dreams
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem