About a boy: Infatuation

The lights have faded from the gleams

My gaze is dulled

My fancy petrified.

I dared not question

For I did not yearn for answers

Suffered as I should

If not I, then who would?

The drops were falling from the clouds

Making the most extraordinary sounds…

Dedicated each to the fleeting memory

Of what could have been

Blanketed by the night

Deepened by the starless light

The phantom magician

performed his last adieu

as sleep set in

and the sunrise brought

with it new memories

to cover the old ones.

The sensations once experienced

Are dulled by reality’s gaze

The night did so overshadow

What the morning always brings

The fantasy as it were
Dies in the wake of being seen with

Sober morning eyes

Time is a testament

Fantasies may last one night

And upon them a woman may

Choose to base her whole

Life.