Illusion

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I saw the sun opening
the sky—and I thought
you were meant to be
rooted in my breath

I wanted you to be
 the glowing light,
a reflection of colors
echoing the unknown

I thought you were
the songs of soft radiant
birded air, a melody
surrounding me

I imagined beautiful
patterns like tattoos,
shapes of the infinite
in your eyes

But you are not
a mirror of my visions–
I hold a map
to what isn’t there

An apostrophe poem, as prompted by Amaya at dVerse, for Sue Vincent’s photo prompt above.  Also strongly influenced by Jane Dougherty’s response to Sue’s photo.

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