Creativity And Illusions... Poem by RIC BASTASA

in the most noisy world
you can close your ears

and the sights you see
can have your own music from your soul

you can choose
what to hear and you can also pretend about what to see

or feel
you started doing this a long time ago

on that day when the birds of dawn broke their wings
when the light from the moon bent a little to have the illusion

of quiet, too early to learn
how is it to be a dove amidst the bats

how is it to be a lamb around the foxes
the world since then has become one big square

and then you create a scene: a green river flowing inside the forest
singing like a maiden

nude as she arranges her black hair
long enough to cover her breasts... and then

you place a man along the banks
paddling a boat towards her nipples