Illusions.. Slavka Bozovic

Sometimes visions play in the head
dormant longings inadvertently flash
illusions pour into the pitcher of the soul
they give a distorted picture of reality

And current predictions are waking up
they invent or feel invisible happiness
framed by a collage of imagination and dreams
they lose reality and confuse reason

Mystically irritated impossible dreams
they open up a blurred picture of the horizon
a slight tremor through the bloodstream
intricate illusions permeate all the senses

A stubborn heart flees from reality
wandering madly listening to the will of the imagination
so he shakes abruptly, scratching at reality
for illusions cannot patch the soul. . .

© Slavka Bozovic
Montenegro