A Believable Illusion!


Pinching the flesh of reality
To reassure it of its being,
I stumble over truth:
A besieging entrapped myth!

Consulting a professional mind
On the duration of this numbness,
I ‘m encountered with a prophecy:
"Thou shall live to be but forty!"

Documented on yellow leaves,
Is the verdict of my question
In answers that’s colors fade;
Autumn is visiting for the last time!

My fingers then sink deeper
To distinguish real from true;
In awesome vanity, an epiphany
Emerges to the surface of my shore.

Light, as the leaves, is blooming
The only truth on earth;
Nurtured from the soils of souls
Deeply submerged in life.

That which appears to be
Is but what our halos emit;
Yet what sinks deep within
Is a totally different reverie!

KQ, I really enjoy reading your works.

I found this stanza intriguing:

Documented on yellow leaves,
Is the verdict of my question
In answers that’s colors fade; (should In, be 'it')
Autumn is visiting for the last time!

One's perception of facts and reality differs, this stanza blows my mind:

My fingers then sink deeper
To distinguish real from true;
In awesome vanity, an epiphany
Emerges to the surface of my shore.

Thank you for sharing.

It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it. (Aristotle)

Thank you, Gwydion, for your kind comments. I am flattered by your complement!!!