There’s “something” missing.
I’ll put it that way,
For my own sake.

My hopes are afraid of these heights
Many come and go,
Falling has become a starry-eyed fear

I find all it takes is,
Some artful kind words,
An image of “dreams come true,”

And finish me off with a smile,
Of the eyes,
just as the mouth.

I won’t settle for anything less than genuine.
A lesson learned from beyond me
A lesson, nonetheless.


            
              «c.h.b.»