Dreams like Smoke
The many misconceptions
That love would somehow
Answer many unanswered questions,
Fill the void--
Free them from unwanted deception.
But deception in man is eternal
And unyielding, they fool themselves first,
Not each other.
For they brought to love themselves,
And the expectations of a lifetime.
But dreams drift silently onward--
Dissipating upward like the rings of cigarette smoke
In one of the many rooms they inhabit.
They don’t stop dreaming, they just navigate
The aimless drifting with another kind of care,
Or lack thereof.
copyright Paula Mary De Angelis
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