Illusion

yellow bird is back to the tranquil meadow where my soul finds a true repose, she didn't leave me.... I speak to her every day, she tweets back with glee! we talk about the illusory flamboyant days which tip-toed away in a veil, the glistening saffron-hued days ~ when I was twenty-one, with trancelike beat in my feet, enthralling song in my heart, dreamy eyes unfolding beauty of love! with amber kindness in my soul, with tangerine hope in my voice, with azure grace in my walk, with vermillion exuberance in my dance. that twenty-one is never really gone, I feel its demure whispering, It was never an illusion.... the hope, the dream, the cadence, the beat, it's incredible! never left me ! For "I" old or new Poetry Contest Sponsor: Constance La France FIRST PLACE Brian Strand "Libre Vers" Poetry Contest FIRST PLACE