Illusions Illuminate

Intangible illusions illuminate through streams of irrefutable dreams. A hypnotist of phrases, a hypnotist of the mind, He plays doctor beautifully blind. Dreamy, doubtful, distanced does the doctor. Wise yet worried, I wonder what makes him cry? Surely not the sounds of the whirling wind whistling by? But the other day, out in the leaves, a cool soft breeze passed, and I saw him weeping at last! It is not the pain; nor is it the personal. I just want to be certain he feels: I will be satisfied when I see a tear; if only I could collect it: to remind me of miracles.