Illusion may have its way
bend reality with a friend
while allowing music’s lead
to orchestrate this short affair

the fallacy will be embraced
a blink of joy as consequence
not enough to cure the itch
still the balm is revered

the romantic may be teased
with a wink and nudge
first to stir and then to sleep
returning to the waiting depths

the partners speak in hushed tones
without saying a single word
allowing motion to relate
what’s allowed in fantasy

pretending there's something more
in the conjuring of the song
then return to boxes where
innocence will be restored

the lyric bard may not abuse
considerations beyond that realm
when all that’s granted by the dance
are mirages that soothe the soul.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20181016.