Illusions

They are all illusions, as illusions can be

Illuminated and sanctimonious,

Knitted in the map of my mind, just mine

Weaving and stumbling my way into thee,

I am forlorn today, as forlorn can be

Drown into the depths of my eyes if you dare,

See if you could seek and find yourself there.

Blind as you are, I do not foresee,

Your sight in my mind, & in my mind thee.

Burgeoned with lights, and yet you cannot see;

But love, they are all illusions,

as illusions can be