Make Believe

Sweet delirium rested upon my face

Giving me respite from the daily race.

Twisted now I go… on rhapsodies ride,

I smile,

I sigh,

I resign

I give all unto…

 the place, where shallow breath resides.

For fever has gripped my mind,

laying unto it hallucinations of time.

Giving to It a place of strange and unruly dreams

Where birds walk and trees scream.

 Thus giving voice to a once silent sun,

who now sings melodious trilogies

of a burning life on the run.

Oh yes my sweet delirium,

You are a pleasure to meet,

For one more day,

One more hour,

And I even though shattered

I….

Stand complete.

For through you,

I have tasted of insanity,

And crossed skies of blue,

I have spoke with walking birds

And gave comfort to the screaming trees.

Oh how wonderful all this seems,

When I truly realize

that you did all this for me.

For through rhapsodies ride,

With delirium by my side,

I have at last seen

The land of make believe.

J. Allen Wilson © 2004