perplexed

And here's one more, from even further back in time.
Rearranged.


What is this on my hand?
It looks so lovely, it feels so warm
Is it a tiny sweet lie?

A fragile little bird
A 3-D image

Where did it come from?
From my imagination, no more
Or is it perhaps real?

I want to see her spread her wings and fly
Away
I'll stand there,
with one hand raised as a platform
and the other shielding my eyes from the sun
Oh see it go!

But am I wrong?
Completely?
And is it worse to play along, to give in to illusion
even if it feels so nice
Or is it juste to settle for grey
if that's what's real

Is manmade beauty to be shunned
and self-spun need denied
as false and useless waste of time?

Here & now
I want to see her beauty,
I need her on my hand
-- to replace the image of your heart
as it's fading