Curtains of Chimera

There are no truths nor untruths;

only things that are and that change

as we change - 

my fantasy is my reality 

until the curtains of chimera 

are pulled away from my illusions...  

and so I wonder.

Candle Light

In the darkness where I may dwell

I am the candle light as well

that conquers the night

even if only for a moment

to ease the solitary torment.

A Compass of Truth

 

An old man's best friend

When the ways and means

Become disentangled from vision

And even the familiar, spin the needle.

   This compass knows the end.

On the 5th Day of 'Rona

 

How surreal the world becomes

when on a string like a kite;

each movement of the head sways

and blends together - alike.

A plasma of visions in sugar plums

as one sits idle and in a muddled daze

the 'Rona fog has consumed

thoughts until further notice - to resume-