ERNEST DEMPSEY
Islands of Illusion
Brume envelops the mote
A speck that has a heart
That beats to make a song
A univocal song not heard
But only played and felt
Dark covers the circles
The circles in the brume
All known is in the siege
A universe of distrust
A hell of smoldering angst
A heaven of holy lust
Time plays with all
It has that reckless mirror
Not covered with the brume
Lit brightly as a star
Known dearly as hope
It keeps from prostration
To be at stake again
To keep the song of albatross
Unending and eternal
It shows the mote its shadow
Forming on the brume
Thus creating dust
Dust against the haze
Light against the dark
Life against the death
And these islands of illusion
Keep floating on the sea of mist
Watching the mirror of hope
Their savior till redemption
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