Images

I recall when thoughts of you

Were hot, like the strongest rays of the sun

Blistering your image

Upon my soul

Once, you seemed so sharp

That within my constrained vision

The very keenness of your knife-edge wit

Left it’s mark upon every molecule of my being

You used to be like a sledgehammer

The, bigger than life, images of you

Being pounded into my heart

And even into my most private dreams

In fact, you were like Merlin

Working your magic

Upon my foolish and tender heart

Showering my thoughts with your magical dust

You worked me with great skill

Like a carnival barker, paying for his habit

By selling overpriced tickets

For a ride on the carousel of life

But now I see through all your magic

And I have grown wise

To your trickery and your appeal

I have shaken your dust from my spirit

I am left with nothing of you

Your imprint upon me was like a cheap wine

Designed to temporarily affect my clarity

But falling short of any enlightening effects

You live within your false pretenses

And you believe yourself to be

The very clothes that you wear

And to possess all the charms that you impose

Look again, into the mirror of reality

If you pause for a moment, the smoky haze will clear

Perhaps then you, like I, will see the buffoon

Who walks life’s path in your shoes