Sweet Illusions

The other night with thoughts, alone

I set out on a path of stone

That took me to the place I knew

Where by myself I'd find renew

The path descended by a brook

To cross, a bridge o'er which I took

And sat 'neath floral canopies

Among the leaves the rising moon

Did bring itself to its full bloom

And then I wished that as full grown

I could have picked it for my own

With outstretched hands I tried to reach

But learned a lesson which did teach me

Some things are beyond my grasp

'Tis here I often go to find

The peace to sort what's on my mind

And find the thoughts that from me part

Come from deep within my heart

And much like that ascending moon

That seems to be as if full bloom

They are all just sweet illusions

                     Howard Voyles

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