Woke up this morning before dawn and set to work. Only two more artworks to create and another chapter would be off to the publishers ... Mission accomplished I slipped back into bed at about 7 and had just about warmed up when I realised the light was not quite right. A quick peek through the venetian blinds confirmed it. A couple of inches of snow ... ! Only my stepping stones were untouched by the white blanket. It's gone now, of course, like the man who shared my bed last night. Was it all an illusion?

Love is an illusion 

Love is an illusion, all dressed in white
And bound tightly within a golden band
It rests heavy on wandering eyes
And spills out like escaping sand
Leaving only sad footprints
In the hourglass of time

Love is an illusion, wrapped in unconditional ties
It turns tawdry sex into a meaningful embrace
Bringing satisfying solace to empty arms
At least until the sun rise darkens the skies
The clock says it’s the moment to bid farewell
And you dry your eyes one more time

Love is an illusion, when all is said and done
It’s there, it’s here and then suddenly
As you watch your dreams float away
Out of reach, and at such a pace
There is no trace. Just an emptiness of one
Who knows her heart has lost this race.

Love is an illusion, staring you right in the face
Elusive gossamer wings flap past the flame
Intransitory whims whisper promises again
And you are sure you can hear an angel call
But then it’s gone and only the feather
Left behind, fallen, says it was there at all.