The season of illusions

My dear, beware!

everything around us is illusion

and the only true thing is our love

Our love is the wings allowing us not to fall

and fly

the solid ground underneath our feet

the roof over our head

the food we eat

the air we breathe

and the music we hear

All the rest my dear

our expectations, our fears

stem from the forest of illusions

In that forest there are bright lights

vivid fires calling to us

but as we come closer

they grow more distant

or they altogether disappear

and we lose our way

and hope retires from our heart

leaving place to despair

But my dear this is a forest we need to altogether avoid

and remain grounded in the forest of love

even when nothing happens and the air is quiet around

we should remain there

in the meadow where we have promised

to meet and forever unite