Illusions

Sound.

In silence.

Speak my name.

Whisper a lullaby.

To chase the demons away.



The power of illusions,

speaking from my mind,

casting into sunlight,

my deepest thoughts.



Illusions

in the center of my thoughts.

Wrapped in protective sunshine

so that my words cannot prick through.

A gray whisper are my words, against the muted light.

Fading and lasting.

Blinking and popping.

Smiling and weeping. Stop.