Early morning in the mist
When memories come out to smile
I greet the past that I once kissed
And walk in peace an extra mile.
Colors make the dark one’s deep and lets the purples run.
Yellows, oranges, greens and such prefer to get some sun.
Monochromes stay back at home with only black and white.
Sometimes grays come out to play, then all becomes delight.
Voices telling me what’s true,
What they think that I should do
Are like illusions passing by,
Cloud reflections dropped from sky.
Water waves are mostly smooth
And sunshine sets about to soothe
Even they when wrong feel right,
Secrets sealed in full moonlight.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “just an illusion”.