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Just like the golden pathway
thrown by moon on the water – it looks solid
just the odd ripple here and there
to remind you that it isn’t and that one should beware.
It is so beautiful.
How can anything so exquisite be so flawed?
A lily pad with a resplendent white flower
casting a silver moonbeam over the water
like the brightest spotlight on a stage
is really just an illusion, a beautiful illusion
as transient as all those other stolen promises
that eventually faded in the harsh light of day.
The winds of winter have gone
and daylight saving delivers longer days
and more light in the dark.
Airy fairy and light as goose feathers falling at your feet,
a stupid mistake to believe that one.
Another empty promise.
And yet we so want to believe.
All those faces in the crowd
all talking at the same time and nobody listening.
Everybody rushing and stressing
with no time to smell the roses,
no time to make real connections.
And still all are willing
and wanting to believe the empty promises
that they hear every day,
from lovers and colleagues,
family and friends and life.
The king is dead – long live the jester
the purveyor of empty promises and stolen dreams.
see some scribbles here - http://scribblybarkpoetry.blogspot.com.au/