“ The Smile ” ~ wants trick reality ~

There’s a smile

On his face,

Tho for a while

He’ll embrace,

Gathered years

Of delusory state,

His abstruse façade

Holds stuff of tears,

Thus he feigns glad

No one can hear,

What surges inside

He’ll fancy hide,

By imaging wise,

To cover sorrow

Until it subsides,

As causes held wide

Wants trick reality,

With smile that disguises!

“ Night Flights ” ~ of fancy ~

 

 

In a vicious sky

I persist to fly,

In spite such rain

Has wind feel strain,

And clouds

Hang on a string,

Fixed to a heaven

Of Beelzebub’s reign,

Though but a dream

Of eerie things,

Forever I glide

On falcon like wings,

In night flights of fancy!