My, My How Illusions Have Ever Brighter Grown

The other two poems from my new blog... (2.) My, My How Illusions Have Ever Brighter Grown Fading memories, sweet years further away flown Of the here and now- seedings of future unknown My, my how illusions have ever brighter grown And in fabric of time's wrath early deaths are sewn! Seas and waving folds in this universe collide. Ripples of dying love -hurt I cannot abide. There residing within dark's bursts of spastic pains A splash of paint ten thousand broken mirrors stains My, my how illusions wash decayed remains And hungry wolf to dying sheep never explains! Seas and waving folds in this universe collide. Ripples of dying love -hurt I cannot abide. Fading memories, sweet years further away flown Of the here and now- seedings of future unknown My, my how illusions have ever brighter grown And in fabric of time's wrath early deaths are sewn! Seas and waving folds in this universe collide. Ripples of dying love -hurt I cannot abide. Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme, ( From A Far Deeper Gaze Into The Looking Glass ) ***** (3.) Memories, Dreaming Again Of That Bliss romance and that velvet kiss deep softness in that sweet touch as moon-cast glimmers danced dreaming again of that bliss. nights and you soft satin sheets open window fragrant breeze as bright moon-shot gleaming fell romance clocked both heartbeats. beauty's glow, in eyes of blue passion, mountains of fervor as moon, its love-song preached naked bodies, me and you. eternal desires, your love youthful dreams of wondrous nights as moon-whispers, fell about treasure, you- gems from above. romance and that velvet kiss deep softness in that sweet touch as moon-cast glimmers danced dreaming again of that bliss. Robert J. Lindley, Romanticism, ( Poetic verses on sweet days of yore ) woke 3am, composed from a sweet dream