Lady Illusive

Lady illusive

coming, going, unnoticed

horse trots whisper soft.

Forest winds echo her name

after she has gone

in swirling crescendo songs.

Hymns remembering

her plaintive sighs of longing

wishing to stay on

but unable to linger

just to see his smile.

Every-day decision

love in green grasses

splendid, dew-drenched emotion

or heed bleak warnings

of dangerous illusions

from love's master magician.

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