Treasure Island

Mark R Slaughter


An Illusion


Speak to me –
Speak thro’ drifting clouds

O! sing to me –
Sing as if the sun would throw a flare
To give to harmony

Then call to me –
Call across the drowsy valleys –
Spread the word you care!

Now come to me –
Abandon now
My inner dreams
That lay illusions bare.

Then pray for me –
Pray that I recover
From reality:

But no! I ask, how could you,
For you were never there.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011










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Submitted: Thursday, October 27, 2011
Edited: Sunday, October 06, 2013

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