...Reality Is Another Illusion? ..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

and this is the irony of love.
never mind.

i like you, perhaps i love you
but i do not sleep with you.
i am sleeping with another
whom i do not love anymore.

i look at you, and i regret having
so much time.
time is a lonely clock ticking and ticking.
there is no reason.

i love you. i like to kiss you and make
love with you.
but i cannot simply do it. There are rules of this
game.

so i sleep with the one that i do not really love
or like, but i am a very compromising lover.

i imagine you. i have this power to be with you
in another body.

what i do is just to close my eyes, change images,
travel, make my own scene, you and i, all in love,
every bit, every moment.

when it is over, how simple it is.
life is simple indeed. We sleep and dream again.

did someone older and wiser tell us that after all,
reality is another illusion?