An Illusionary Friend

An ingenuine crowd always around,

But I talked to an illusion and the voice reverted sound:

"Everything'll be fine one day",

"You'll also see a sunshine ray".

 

The illusion was optimistic if it sustained,

And this was how my hope was maintained.

Echoes were growing familiar

And set off a voice that I always wanted to hear.

Was this smart cookie a counter?

It (so -well- knew-me) triggered in a brief encounter.

Why did it only linger in the twilight?

Was it an elf who sank into the obscure eyesight?

And it was growing so intimate,

When I closed my eyes, it dwelled and dominate.

Finally, I transcended my contemplation

My soul's voice misapprehended for an illusion!